Post by MasterEvil on Jan 25, 2017 17:42:11 GMT
act 1
act 2
I can’t stop looking down at the palms of my hand. It was only nine nights ago I was in the main event of the very first FSW of twenty seventeen against once Nick James. Both our first matches since WrestleFest, where I closed out the shop in the Undisputed Championship match while he kicked off the event in the pre-show match. I wanted to use this match like a rebound. I wanted to defeat Nick James in front of everyone in Toronto and not only start off my twenty seventeen with victory but also thrust me in the direction of the FSW Championship. But no matter what I did Nick kept getting back up and fighting back. In the end Amis Shelton, the FSW Champion himself, ran in and attacked us both. But if he didn’t do that then Nick James would’ve practically eaten me alive right in the middle of Toronto.
How come I couldn’t handle Nick James?
Have I gotten worse?
Or is he simply better than me?
Was Xplode right when he called me ‘Future Stars of Wrestling's best woman joke’?
And was Amis right?
Am I really ‘an embarrassment to this brand’?
So many questions, so little answers I can think of. Too much stress and hassle for me to deal with. What can I do about it? Is it better to fight for answers and understanding? Will I be able to find my answers? And, if I do, will I like the answers I’ve found? Or will it be easier to simply dissolve into a dew?
“Hey Megan.”
Those words, and the sight of a hot chocolate being placed down in front of me, snaps me out of my trance as I reach my right hand towards the cup. A hand gently places itself on the back of mine to stop me. I look up to see Zelda Lavoie looking down towards me.
“Don’t want you to get your hand burnt in front of our daughters, right?”
I glance to my left to see my little Sarah enjoying her first ever chocolate milkshake, glance over to Zelda’s left to see her little Elena sitting in her pushchair, before glancing back towards the French Canadian. While many view her as a demon, myself included, since marrying Shannon’s sister it seems that my former manager has seen the light or something. Though she still wears her sunglasses in public to hide her eyes. I softly nod with a light smile and giggled at the sight of the cream all around my little girl’s lips. She is so adorable.
“While I do like having our daughters hanging out together, what reason do you have for wanting to meet me?”
I must have made it obvious to Zelda that I have a secondary motive for this meet up. So, not before letting a soft sigh leave my lips, I speak up.
“Did you watch my match on this year’s premier episode on FSW?”
“You mean have I watched the show you asked me to watch? Yes I have…and you looked like you were struggling a lot out there.”
“That’s the thing. I was struggling out there. I overcame so much to main event the last show of twenty sixteen and there I was, acting almost like a complete newcomer instead of a former undisputed Championship contender…what is wrong with me?”
I openly question myself yet Zelda seem to have found my problem to be amusing, by the chuckle that left her lips. The look I gave her was easily noticed as she quickly speaks up.
“Do you remember when I was your manager in World Elite Wrestling those years ago?”
“How could I forget? You were a complete b-”
I quickly stop myself from speaking after glancing at both our respective daughter.
“-Completely horrible to me.”
“Yet you’ve never asked why. Well, to answer that question, I purposely treat you like crap because you seem to be at your best when you’re mentally unstable. And, according to your performance against that Nick James guy, it looks like I could be correct.”
“So, all these years, you did all of that just to make me better…so these demons in my head…they aren’t vultures preying on my sanity…but instead they’re my friends…my shield-brothers and shield-sisters in arms…”
I nod softly before smiling very faintly.
“Thank you for helping me understand. They’ll help me win the triple threat against Amis Shelton and Hatchet Gully.”
I said a brighter smile. Hm? Does Zelda look confused? Nah, see never let such emotions show. Oh? Sarah has put more cream all over her face. She is so cute. I couldn’t help but giggle while using a handkerchief to wipe the cream off my darling daughter’s face.
“E…Eh? Whatever, you better finish that hot chocolate soon, or else you can pay for the drinks yourself.”
Oh yeah, the hot chocolate! Damn it! It’s gone cold now…
How come I couldn’t handle Nick James?
Have I gotten worse?
Or is he simply better than me?
Was Xplode right when he called me ‘Future Stars of Wrestling's best woman joke’?
And was Amis right?
Am I really ‘an embarrassment to this brand’?
So many questions, so little answers I can think of. Too much stress and hassle for me to deal with. What can I do about it? Is it better to fight for answers and understanding? Will I be able to find my answers? And, if I do, will I like the answers I’ve found? Or will it be easier to simply dissolve into a dew?
“Hey Megan.”
Those words, and the sight of a hot chocolate being placed down in front of me, snaps me out of my trance as I reach my right hand towards the cup. A hand gently places itself on the back of mine to stop me. I look up to see Zelda Lavoie looking down towards me.
“Don’t want you to get your hand burnt in front of our daughters, right?”
I glance to my left to see my little Sarah enjoying her first ever chocolate milkshake, glance over to Zelda’s left to see her little Elena sitting in her pushchair, before glancing back towards the French Canadian. While many view her as a demon, myself included, since marrying Shannon’s sister it seems that my former manager has seen the light or something. Though she still wears her sunglasses in public to hide her eyes. I softly nod with a light smile and giggled at the sight of the cream all around my little girl’s lips. She is so adorable.
“While I do like having our daughters hanging out together, what reason do you have for wanting to meet me?”
I must have made it obvious to Zelda that I have a secondary motive for this meet up. So, not before letting a soft sigh leave my lips, I speak up.
“Did you watch my match on this year’s premier episode on FSW?”
“You mean have I watched the show you asked me to watch? Yes I have…and you looked like you were struggling a lot out there.”
“That’s the thing. I was struggling out there. I overcame so much to main event the last show of twenty sixteen and there I was, acting almost like a complete newcomer instead of a former undisputed Championship contender…what is wrong with me?”
I openly question myself yet Zelda seem to have found my problem to be amusing, by the chuckle that left her lips. The look I gave her was easily noticed as she quickly speaks up.
“Do you remember when I was your manager in World Elite Wrestling those years ago?”
“How could I forget? You were a complete b-”
I quickly stop myself from speaking after glancing at both our respective daughter.
“-Completely horrible to me.”
“Yet you’ve never asked why. Well, to answer that question, I purposely treat you like crap because you seem to be at your best when you’re mentally unstable. And, according to your performance against that Nick James guy, it looks like I could be correct.”
“So, all these years, you did all of that just to make me better…so these demons in my head…they aren’t vultures preying on my sanity…but instead they’re my friends…my shield-brothers and shield-sisters in arms…”
I nod softly before smiling very faintly.
“Thank you for helping me understand. They’ll help me win the triple threat against Amis Shelton and Hatchet Gully.”
I said a brighter smile. Hm? Does Zelda look confused? Nah, see never let such emotions show. Oh? Sarah has put more cream all over her face. She is so cute. I couldn’t help but giggle while using a handkerchief to wipe the cream off my darling daughter’s face.
“E…Eh? Whatever, you better finish that hot chocolate soon, or else you can pay for the drinks yourself.”
Oh yeah, the hot chocolate! Damn it! It’s gone cold now…
act 2
The scene opens up in, out of all places imaginable, an art gallery. It must be very early or very late hours for there is hardly anybody around yet quickly we find the reason why we are here. Looking intently at one of the paintings is a purple haired woman of snow white skin. Obviously this girl is none other than the Englishwoman recognised across FSW as Otaki. In a few days’ time the twenty-two year old will compete in her second main event in a row when she competes against the FSW Champion Amis Shelton FSW’s very first Superstar of the Week, in the form of Hatchet Gully, in a triple threat match in front of the people of Windsor. But why does she want to be in a gallery instead of getting ready for her match? When the cameraman came around to see her more closely the Brit turned her head to look at the recording device and smiles lightly.
“Art, what beauty can be seen in these pictures. I don’t know who said the line but I believe they were right when they said an image says a thousand words. The fine line of the brush shows that whoever painted this is delicate and wanted his painting to be seen as gentle and kind. While the light blue, greens and white used are to give off a more calming, harmonic atmosphere to anyone looking at it. Hm…I think I’ll rephrase myself…to those who understand what the painting is giving out. Since while everyone can look at a painting…not everyone can truly see a meaning behind a painting. While some could say about the gentleness of the brush or the use of light colours…others would just shrug their shoulders and say something stupid like ‘oh, there is a lot of lines’ or even ‘er…what is this supposed to be again?’
Unfortunately this world is full of idiots oh only see colours as colours and not as emotions or expressions. Take my upcoming opponents, Amis Shelton and Hatchet Gully, for example. Amis manages to win the FSW Championship from Dixie Dubois at WrestleFest and instead of thinking about colours he thought about his wallet and signs up to Brawl…only to make appearances on FSW whenever he likes, a fact my head is still slightly ringing from. Then you have Hatchet Gully…a guy I’ve been owing a match to since Gyasi interfered in our last contest. And while I had Amis trying to break my shoulder Gully manages to defeat that Xavier Rollins. But…if anything…instead of thinking about the green of a lucky four leaf clover, he thinks about the green of stuff like weed…”
Both confidence and arrogance were not in the pale woman’s voice but instead…disappointment? The Emo Princess actually sound disappointed with the lack of artistic minds. Never knew she treasured art so much.
“But enough of that…back to the colours.”
As she said her words Otaki took her steps toward the painting that she was originally looking at with supreme interest and only stopped when she was in perfect touching distance of the work of art.
“Funny though…every colour has its own multiple meanings. Let’s take the colour yellow for example.”
After saying her words the twenty-two year old turned to face the recording device and the index finger of her right hand gently touched the yellow glow that possibly assembles the sun, though blatantly ignoring the ‘do not touch’ sign at the other side of the portrait.
“Normally the first thing stupid people would think of when they see yellow is The Simpsons. But yellow could mean other things. For one it can assemble cowardice…which Amis has often showed whenever me and him have been in the ring together. I won’t lie, I’ve never beaten. Not once and, so far, not ever. However never once has he defeated me like a noble warrior could. The first time we fought he capitalise on my concern for his wellbeing to roll me up for the victory. Then there was that tag team match he relied on both his partner and a distraction…as well as the two triple threats he pinned the third wheel. Yet, because of these dishonourable things, he claims pure superiority over me. A man who prides on his cowardice is not a man at all.
But then again, does going to prison for a night of highs and higher highs make one a man? For yellow could also be the colour of piss that inmates can beat out of other inmates. And here I am already guessing that Hatchet Gully, with his past involving a Japanese prison, has already had that happen to him a few times at the very least…at least if Japanese prisons are as bad as they were in ‘The Bridge on the River Kwai’. But then again…piss is sometimes something that leaves a person’s body when they pass away. Like from a gunshot or even a slit from a small switchblade. Yeah, it seems that Ashley wanted her man to go into prison back in Toronto for televised murder. God, what a dumb broad Hatchet is hooked up with…”
The way Otaki’s eyes look at the camera lens, and were accompanied by a different facial expression, as she say her final few words could possibly show that she was maybe trying to criticise her opponent’s lifestyle. While still giving off her hard to explain facial expression the pale skinned woman’s finger trails across the canvas until stopping upon one of the white clouds.
“However another colour with multiple meanings is white…the skin that I have for one. A lot of people actually say that I’m incredibly pale, especially for a white person, but I don’t mind. For white can is often the colour used when wanting to show of pureness. Hence why wedding gowns are often white, to show both the purity and innocence of the bride…or in my case…”
She raises her other hand up for a moment to show off the engagement ring on her ring finger before lowering it back down.
“Brides. While that is also the reason why white is the easiest colour to mark and stain for purity is the easiest thing to taint, mess and ruin…like when Amis tainted the purity of the moment of me main eventing the first Future Stars of Wrestling episode of twenty seventeen by not only interrupting the match but also hitting my head down on the mat so hard that I was almost busted open.
The colour white could often be used to portray the magic of snow for it is often in snow that children show the most joy, as well as when some people show off the last of childhood before growing up …similar to how I’ll push my childishness over to the side so that, at this upcoming Sunday, me and my shield-siblings will make Hatchet Gully suffer so much that Ashley Quid will be thinking that I’m going to be lynching him right in the middle of the WFCU Centre. A final meaning I can think of with white is coldness…a lack of warmth…which, to my amusement, actually going to be the best thing to describe how I’m going to feel while turning both Shelton and Gully suffer into causalities…cold……emotionless………unsympathetic.”
While The Emo Princess sounds rather calm when mentioning the colours, something sounds…deathly serious about the words Otaki is purposely choosing to say about her upcoming opponents and in the ways she was saying them. However the slowness of her final few words clearly weren’t to add any effect to her promo, but instead because of something that caught her eyes. A male security guard coming her way, most likely to tell her off for touching the painting. However, the moment he comes into reach, the Purple Haired Dynamo grabs him, pulls him towards her and traps him in her grip - including using one of her hands to cover his mouth – before using her free hand to point at his uniform.
“But why not speak about the last colour I’m going to mention…the colour black, the colour of Amis’ hair and Hatchet’s own skin. There are a couple of things that are described very well with that very colour. The first of which is nothingness…emptiness…a void that has nothing at all in it. Nothing could be the best word to describe what the level of joy I get when think back to that very main event Amis ruined. Nothing could also be the best word to describe how many people feel sorry for Shelton for failing to defeat Jack Tillman. Yeah…I’ve failed against Brawl competitors before…but they were the best two in EWC, not some guy who’ve hardly done anything worthwhile for god knows how long. But nothingness could also be the best word to describe how much Hatchet really meant his gratitude when I dealt with that Gyasi problem for him. And when the bell rings and the two looks into my eyes, they’ll be a greeted with nothing but two empty voids.
The second of which is one four-lettered word…evil. What was the colour Cruella de Vil’s hair in that 101 Dalmatian film? Black. What colour clothes did the witches wore in Snow White and Sleeping Beauty? Black. What was the colour of Scar’s mane in Lion King? Black. What was the colour of most of Jaffar’s clothes in Aladdin? Black. And what colour was Shadow Link in Zelda Two, Four Sword Adventures and the Ocarina of Time? Black. The darkness of black, the lack of light in black, is the colour used the most when displaying something, or someone, as evil – be it the black cauldron from the Black Cauldron film or Hades from Hercules – and describing what I’m willing to do to the both of them, just to finally beat Amis Shelton in the middle of the ring, as ‘evil’ will be the understatement of this decade and the next. Heck, I expect a special room in hell reserved just for me for the things that I’m willing to do…”
While she does sound rather entertained by what she is saying, the Iron Maiden definitely sounds a lot more vicious in her last few sentences as, once she finish speaking, Otaki moves her finger away from the guard’s uniform and looks directly up into his eyes.
“But do you know what is the universal colour? You know...the colour that connects everyone together?”
Confusion could easily be seen in the male’s face but, with his mouth covered and his arms restricted, he can only shake his head to indicate a ‘no.’ At his answer the Highlight of the Night sighs softly in annoyance and even pushes the guard away. Ignoring the man as he flees in disturbed terror she takes a couple steps away from the painting and towards the device recording her.
“Is that universal colour green? For the grass that covers a good amount of earth? For the environment that surrounds the civilised world? Or even for money, the universal language of the world? For the jealousy that multiple people feel toward each other? For the people who are inexperienced? Or even for money, the universal language of the world? Of course it isn’t. Could it be blue for the water that no one can live without? Or for the sky that covers the entire planet? No…of course it isn’t. Good guess though. But to save time I’ll show you what the universal colour is…”
After saying her words the Emo Princess raises her left hand up and move her right hand to the wrist where she begins to unwrap the vast amount of tape wrapped around it. Once she finished unwrapping the purple haired girl pulls a small metallic object from where the tape use to be, move it out of our sight and wince lightly. However this wince sharply swerves into a smirk as Otaki turns her left hand around to show the palm of that hand-wait, there is a cut on it and the hand is now bleeding!
“Red…the colour of blood. No matter how anyone looks on the outside – black, white, yellow, tanned or even polka dot – all seven point whatever billion of people across the world are all red on the inside. Red is the universal colour and not only will I defeat both Amis Shelton and Hatchet Gully this Sunday, but I also promise them both this……before it has all been said and done……I will bring their own redness to light.”
The last few words sound so spine-tingling in coldness as after such words were spoken the purple haired woman simply walked past the camera, most likely to look at the other paintings at this exhibit. Thus leaving the last thing for the recording decide to see, before the footage fades to black, is the painting that the Highlight of the Night was fascinated in…a field in the Roman times.
“Art, what beauty can be seen in these pictures. I don’t know who said the line but I believe they were right when they said an image says a thousand words. The fine line of the brush shows that whoever painted this is delicate and wanted his painting to be seen as gentle and kind. While the light blue, greens and white used are to give off a more calming, harmonic atmosphere to anyone looking at it. Hm…I think I’ll rephrase myself…to those who understand what the painting is giving out. Since while everyone can look at a painting…not everyone can truly see a meaning behind a painting. While some could say about the gentleness of the brush or the use of light colours…others would just shrug their shoulders and say something stupid like ‘oh, there is a lot of lines’ or even ‘er…what is this supposed to be again?’
Unfortunately this world is full of idiots oh only see colours as colours and not as emotions or expressions. Take my upcoming opponents, Amis Shelton and Hatchet Gully, for example. Amis manages to win the FSW Championship from Dixie Dubois at WrestleFest and instead of thinking about colours he thought about his wallet and signs up to Brawl…only to make appearances on FSW whenever he likes, a fact my head is still slightly ringing from. Then you have Hatchet Gully…a guy I’ve been owing a match to since Gyasi interfered in our last contest. And while I had Amis trying to break my shoulder Gully manages to defeat that Xavier Rollins. But…if anything…instead of thinking about the green of a lucky four leaf clover, he thinks about the green of stuff like weed…”
Both confidence and arrogance were not in the pale woman’s voice but instead…disappointment? The Emo Princess actually sound disappointed with the lack of artistic minds. Never knew she treasured art so much.
“But enough of that…back to the colours.”
As she said her words Otaki took her steps toward the painting that she was originally looking at with supreme interest and only stopped when she was in perfect touching distance of the work of art.
“Funny though…every colour has its own multiple meanings. Let’s take the colour yellow for example.”
After saying her words the twenty-two year old turned to face the recording device and the index finger of her right hand gently touched the yellow glow that possibly assembles the sun, though blatantly ignoring the ‘do not touch’ sign at the other side of the portrait.
“Normally the first thing stupid people would think of when they see yellow is The Simpsons. But yellow could mean other things. For one it can assemble cowardice…which Amis has often showed whenever me and him have been in the ring together. I won’t lie, I’ve never beaten. Not once and, so far, not ever. However never once has he defeated me like a noble warrior could. The first time we fought he capitalise on my concern for his wellbeing to roll me up for the victory. Then there was that tag team match he relied on both his partner and a distraction…as well as the two triple threats he pinned the third wheel. Yet, because of these dishonourable things, he claims pure superiority over me. A man who prides on his cowardice is not a man at all.
But then again, does going to prison for a night of highs and higher highs make one a man? For yellow could also be the colour of piss that inmates can beat out of other inmates. And here I am already guessing that Hatchet Gully, with his past involving a Japanese prison, has already had that happen to him a few times at the very least…at least if Japanese prisons are as bad as they were in ‘The Bridge on the River Kwai’. But then again…piss is sometimes something that leaves a person’s body when they pass away. Like from a gunshot or even a slit from a small switchblade. Yeah, it seems that Ashley wanted her man to go into prison back in Toronto for televised murder. God, what a dumb broad Hatchet is hooked up with…”
The way Otaki’s eyes look at the camera lens, and were accompanied by a different facial expression, as she say her final few words could possibly show that she was maybe trying to criticise her opponent’s lifestyle. While still giving off her hard to explain facial expression the pale skinned woman’s finger trails across the canvas until stopping upon one of the white clouds.
“However another colour with multiple meanings is white…the skin that I have for one. A lot of people actually say that I’m incredibly pale, especially for a white person, but I don’t mind. For white can is often the colour used when wanting to show of pureness. Hence why wedding gowns are often white, to show both the purity and innocence of the bride…or in my case…”
She raises her other hand up for a moment to show off the engagement ring on her ring finger before lowering it back down.
“Brides. While that is also the reason why white is the easiest colour to mark and stain for purity is the easiest thing to taint, mess and ruin…like when Amis tainted the purity of the moment of me main eventing the first Future Stars of Wrestling episode of twenty seventeen by not only interrupting the match but also hitting my head down on the mat so hard that I was almost busted open.
The colour white could often be used to portray the magic of snow for it is often in snow that children show the most joy, as well as when some people show off the last of childhood before growing up …similar to how I’ll push my childishness over to the side so that, at this upcoming Sunday, me and my shield-siblings will make Hatchet Gully suffer so much that Ashley Quid will be thinking that I’m going to be lynching him right in the middle of the WFCU Centre. A final meaning I can think of with white is coldness…a lack of warmth…which, to my amusement, actually going to be the best thing to describe how I’m going to feel while turning both Shelton and Gully suffer into causalities…cold……emotionless………unsympathetic.”
While The Emo Princess sounds rather calm when mentioning the colours, something sounds…deathly serious about the words Otaki is purposely choosing to say about her upcoming opponents and in the ways she was saying them. However the slowness of her final few words clearly weren’t to add any effect to her promo, but instead because of something that caught her eyes. A male security guard coming her way, most likely to tell her off for touching the painting. However, the moment he comes into reach, the Purple Haired Dynamo grabs him, pulls him towards her and traps him in her grip - including using one of her hands to cover his mouth – before using her free hand to point at his uniform.
“But why not speak about the last colour I’m going to mention…the colour black, the colour of Amis’ hair and Hatchet’s own skin. There are a couple of things that are described very well with that very colour. The first of which is nothingness…emptiness…a void that has nothing at all in it. Nothing could be the best word to describe what the level of joy I get when think back to that very main event Amis ruined. Nothing could also be the best word to describe how many people feel sorry for Shelton for failing to defeat Jack Tillman. Yeah…I’ve failed against Brawl competitors before…but they were the best two in EWC, not some guy who’ve hardly done anything worthwhile for god knows how long. But nothingness could also be the best word to describe how much Hatchet really meant his gratitude when I dealt with that Gyasi problem for him. And when the bell rings and the two looks into my eyes, they’ll be a greeted with nothing but two empty voids.
The second of which is one four-lettered word…evil. What was the colour Cruella de Vil’s hair in that 101 Dalmatian film? Black. What colour clothes did the witches wore in Snow White and Sleeping Beauty? Black. What was the colour of Scar’s mane in Lion King? Black. What was the colour of most of Jaffar’s clothes in Aladdin? Black. And what colour was Shadow Link in Zelda Two, Four Sword Adventures and the Ocarina of Time? Black. The darkness of black, the lack of light in black, is the colour used the most when displaying something, or someone, as evil – be it the black cauldron from the Black Cauldron film or Hades from Hercules – and describing what I’m willing to do to the both of them, just to finally beat Amis Shelton in the middle of the ring, as ‘evil’ will be the understatement of this decade and the next. Heck, I expect a special room in hell reserved just for me for the things that I’m willing to do…”
While she does sound rather entertained by what she is saying, the Iron Maiden definitely sounds a lot more vicious in her last few sentences as, once she finish speaking, Otaki moves her finger away from the guard’s uniform and looks directly up into his eyes.
“But do you know what is the universal colour? You know...the colour that connects everyone together?”
Confusion could easily be seen in the male’s face but, with his mouth covered and his arms restricted, he can only shake his head to indicate a ‘no.’ At his answer the Highlight of the Night sighs softly in annoyance and even pushes the guard away. Ignoring the man as he flees in disturbed terror she takes a couple steps away from the painting and towards the device recording her.
“Is that universal colour green? For the grass that covers a good amount of earth? For the environment that surrounds the civilised world? Or even for money, the universal language of the world? For the jealousy that multiple people feel toward each other? For the people who are inexperienced? Or even for money, the universal language of the world? Of course it isn’t. Could it be blue for the water that no one can live without? Or for the sky that covers the entire planet? No…of course it isn’t. Good guess though. But to save time I’ll show you what the universal colour is…”
After saying her words the Emo Princess raises her left hand up and move her right hand to the wrist where she begins to unwrap the vast amount of tape wrapped around it. Once she finished unwrapping the purple haired girl pulls a small metallic object from where the tape use to be, move it out of our sight and wince lightly. However this wince sharply swerves into a smirk as Otaki turns her left hand around to show the palm of that hand-wait, there is a cut on it and the hand is now bleeding!
“Red…the colour of blood. No matter how anyone looks on the outside – black, white, yellow, tanned or even polka dot – all seven point whatever billion of people across the world are all red on the inside. Red is the universal colour and not only will I defeat both Amis Shelton and Hatchet Gully this Sunday, but I also promise them both this……before it has all been said and done……I will bring their own redness to light.”
The last few words sound so spine-tingling in coldness as after such words were spoken the purple haired woman simply walked past the camera, most likely to look at the other paintings at this exhibit. Thus leaving the last thing for the recording decide to see, before the footage fades to black, is the painting that the Highlight of the Night was fascinated in…a field in the Roman times.