An uncomfortable feeling in the pit of Vangelos' stomach suggested to him that he was not alone in this barren landscape. He could hear no birds or even the solemn chirping of crickets. All was still and silent, but he couldn't shake the feeling he was being watched. Vangelos was sure someone was nearby. Growing unusually nervous at being alone, Vangelos was beginning to pay more thought to the myths and legends his master told him. Beasts that brought with them mayhem and chaos. The feeling of being watched grew more intense.<br/>It was then that he heard a voice coming from afar. He could see no one, but he definitely heard voices calling out to him. At first they were just indistinct sound and echoes, but as he walked further along the beaten path they became more distinct and clear. Vangelos followed the voices and became less focused on the footprints he had followed. The voices were getting louder, but still Vangelos could not see anyone. He followed the voice away from a cairn, down a gully, and up the other side was a small school building. The voices seemed to be emanating from there. They were so loud now that he felt like someone should be standing right next to him.<br/>Vangelos approached the school doors and hesitantly grabbed hold of the door handle before slowly pulling it open...and walking inside.