The breeze whipped across the face of the man, his long hair flowing in the wind as he struggled against the chains one last time, giving up all hope, and sighing exasperatedly. His hands hung by chains, struck to a rock high on a snow topped mountain, no chance of escape in sight for him. His body riddled with scars from the quest that had come to an abrupt ending.
“Is that it?” He yelled to the wind, irritated. “Is this the end of my story? Is this how it all ends?” He gritted his teeth, and then angrily cried to the heavens.
“Well, since this is the end,” He panted through inaudible curses towards the gods whom he once praised and respected, “I might as well tell you my story.”
“His name is Nudrenco, the god of the providence of food. He’s the one that put me here. He’s the one that led to the finishing of my story. We had given him offerings for years upon end and the famine in our province simply wouldn’t end. Living in Keniedo is hard enough without the pain of not being able to eat every night simply because after the kings and princes had their share, there was no left for the ones whom they govern. I dare ask you, what’s a king without a kingdom? What’s a ruler without people to govern? Nothing! Nothing at all!
“I had had enough with the cries of my people, the forgotten ones whose cries simply faded to the wind. I took it upon myself to go past the attempts of the king to console my hungry people for so long and went towards the source of where everything came from; the land of the gods themselves.
	“I fought with my meager peasant’s tools and still bested the ones who had gone before me, the ones who called themselves fighters and avengers of our cause. I took their weapons from their dead bodies and used them to my own use, my own practice, and did better than anyone. 
“I defeated the weak defenses of the gods themselves, and made myself presentable to him, treated him like he was what they said he was; a god of the ages. 
“I stood before him and pleaded to him, told him my tale and my plea. My exact final words were, ‘I only ask for the land to be rich with food once again, so we may serve you in peace.’
“He looked at me as if I was a lunatic, with some sort of affliction that could not be cured. He ordered his servants to take me to the highest mountain for me to be chained and let up here to rot and die, making sure to beat me first, to take away all of my willpower. That’s what they did. That’s why I’m here, standing here against this snow ridden rock. It’s because he’s a foolish, insensitive god who doesn’t care about the needs of the masses, just keeping all of his riches and glory to himself.”
The man coughed, spitting a bit of blood. His wounds bled a bit more, draining the remaining life out of his soul.
“You’ll never be a worthy god, Nudrenco!” He yelled at the heavens. “You’ll never be worthy of your people! Worthy of the power vested in you! You’re a fool and a coward!” He screamed one last time. “And I die here not because of your mightiness, but because of the stupidity of a god who cannot listen!”
He yelled one last time to the heavens, his body then going limp.