Before you start reading. English is not my native tongue, so please correct any mistakes and errors, and critcize as much as you like, I do it for fun, not for glory and fame. So please Enjoy, yet untitled and unedited version of my idea. If someone, like to know, whats the idea please ask, I`ll be more than glad to tell you about idea that is living in my chaotic mind. Enjoy, if it`s enjoyable. 1. He opened his eyes. - What the **** was that – he thought. He knew he was late, he could tell it without even seeing the watch on his night table. He was always late, he loathed himself for that, it was like curse he could not get ff. He slowly got up and brushed his eyes - ****. I`m tired. **** that ****, for making such early appointments , gee, I wish I could faking sleep a bit. – Despite all that he continued to wake up and get dressed for the appointment. He wore some clothes every day, same grey mantle and same brown shoes, because clothes don’t matter in this society, what matter is what you can do, and he knew he was the best, the most talented, all he needed was time. He went to mirror, looked in his own dark blue eyes and thought - ****, I going to do it, I will get into guild. He looked around him, chaos everywhere, books, food, bottles all around his small one room flat. As he walked to door, he carefuly step over books and swore – ****, I have to tidy this shit, gonna do it today, after I get into guild. He walked out of room into busy city life. His first sight was of his little sister, he frowned and said – why they **** this early, sis? You know I like to sleep! You`ll never get into guild without effort, Maer, show some to masters and they will be pleased. Why? They know I am good. He looked her in eyes, he could see that she did this all because of father – now, he felt like he hated her too -, he frowned and walked off – Don`t fallow me, thank you for help, but I wont be needing it any futher. Do what you do best, leave. He continued walking thinking how dumb everybody was, how underrated he felt. He hated everybody. Then he hate grew into daydreaming, he saw himself becoming the best artists there is, told in stories, sang in songs, mentioned on every paper, famous, rich powerful, he knew that is his destiny. Without even noticing he has daydream to very steps of guild. Guild of Artists the nice black title said, it was simple and plain, nice to eyes, not too dark and not too bright. Just the everyday color. He opened the small wooden door into the guild, as he walked in he saw small desk right in front of him, and nice lady behind it,and huge chalkboard of titles. He have heard of board, the board of fallen it was called in the society. The Guild members got their quests and jobs from it. Basicly it was like quest board. He realized he stood there and watched, and the lady behind desk was staring at him. He shook his head and walked toward – Hi, Im Maer, to appointment at 6:45. Lady darted her eyes to some sort of book on the table, stood up and opened doors. – Straight ahead, big brown doors- He walked, thinking of how stupid he was, why such idiotic – hi, I`m maer… Corridor was plain all in brown, he silently walked to only door at the end, daydreaming of how great he will become. He opened doors, straighten his backed and walked straight in. Three medium old men sat there in simple stool in middle of small room. They all wore same brown robes, and masks, each was unique, one looked like a deer, he started to examine other when one of them spoke : Maer, your father was great asset to our community, now please show phase 2 air – wood transformation. He started t concentrating on air around him in order to create small wooden piece, he rubbed his fingers to shape the new forming wood. -Stop, female voice said, that would be enough, now 4 basic rules of artist- He knew the so well, he have heard a billion times, but it was all chaos in his head, he started to sweat, he was nervous – ****, ****, fukc he thought, ****, 4 rules, **** - and then it came to him, as he said : First, mass is all that matters. Second, no true artist should create ART, of cells belonging to himself or other live being. Third, the most important, no artist should create more Art, than he is able to return to basic state. Forth, all the art should be returned to basic state, no matter the consiquenses. Same female voice spoke - now return wood to air. – He grabed, his small wooden piece in his palm and crushed it as hard as he could. Silence. All three masked men looked at him. And one of the spoke. Not accepted. Reason, too weak Artistery, not enough experience. Weak biding and weak art. Weak, Weak …it echoed in his mind, not accepted, he was shocked. He begin to open his mouth, but was interrupted -Silence, Mare. Next semester. He was shocked, and in flood of anger said – No, Why not now, I`m good enough, i`m strong, my da` was the strongest. You can`t do this. No. Female voice silently spoked- Banned forever, due to disrespect. Darkness took over his vision, he felt his legs tremble as he fell to the ground. And same echoed in his voice – weak, banned, weak, banned, weak, banned.