Here's part 2?

The red, orange and yellow lights of the impending horizon shined 
brightly over the small cottage in the middle of Carrington Forest. And 
perched atop a tree branch, overlooking the approaching day, a woman 
sat and stared. It would be a perilous journey and she hoped young 
Endymion would be able to surpass the expectations set upon him on the 
quest that he would soon learn of. He was but a farm boy, raised in the 
secluded woods, never learning of true danger. How was he to suspect 
that one day he would be a hero? OR that one day, he would have to 
choose between life and death, defeat boulders that would block his way 
in his path in life. He was not to know. It could not be so. He could 
not learn of his horrible fate. To know was far worse than to act upon 
oblivion. He had to figure all on his own. She just hoped that he would 
succeed for the outcome would be one that would affect the world. She 
directed her attention to the horizon once again. One's life was as 
predictable as the horizon. The lights, gathered together in a ball, 
fighting to get to the top and defeat the gravity pulling it down 
further. Sometimes it would succeed and sometimes? it wouldn't.
	She was distracted by the sound an enthusiastic child's voice. 
She looked down to see Darien staring at her in the tree. He was saying 
something but she was so into her thoughts the she didn't catch what he 
was saying. She smiled.
	"What did you say again, beloved?"
	"I said what are you doing the tree Auntie Olivia?" He was 
smiling at his aunt with adoration. Aunt Olivia had taken care of him 
ever since? forever. When his mother died, he was but an infant, and 
was taken into guardianship by his aunt Sophia. They had always lived 
in the woods and Aunt Sophia had home schooled him. He was now 14. 
Almost a man. And he had no idea of what lie ahead in his path in life. 
	"I'm just thinking Darien. You know, I must talk to you but I 
shall climb down first. Have patience my beloved. It is very 
important," Sophia said as she climbed down the tree.
	As she walked toward Darien, she felt drops of rain on her face 
and realized that she had been watching for longer than she had 
realized. What a perfect atmosphere for the horrible news that she was 
going to tell her beloved. IT was almost enough to break her heart. The 
weather told secrets on every occasion. And this told of an unsure 
outcome. This told of dangers that surpassed the level of intensity 
that she had imagined. Why couldn't it be sunny?
	She reached Darien and together, they walked toward the cottage.
	The interior of the cottage was extremely beautiful and Sophia 
prided herself upon it. It was her creation. She created it in her head 
and there it was. The fireplace was weather censored and the light 
adjusted to what ever activity you were doing. The kitchen table and 
chairs were beige and created in an antique design. The couch was made 
of tiger skins and incredibly soft. The floor was a hard light brown 
color and smooth as silk. 
	Sophia sat in her rocking chair and looked at Darien who was 
seated in his tiger skinned recliner. 
	"Darien, I must tell you this and you must believe me. I want you 
to trust me on this,"
	"How can you question my trust, Aunt Sophia, when I have always 
trusted you? Do you think so little of me?"
	"No, No my beloved. It is not that. I am so worried and am not 
thinking clearly. Alright, you must brace yourself beloved, for my 
information is not that of great outcome,"
	"Of course Aunt Sophia, I am almost a man. I can take a bit of 
bad news." Darien smiled reassuringly and Sophia almost lost her edge. 
She hesitated before she said, "WE must leave the cottage,"
	She looked at him to see if what she said had begun to take 
impact. Not yet. She continued.
	"You were not destined to live in the woods forever. You have a 
destiny that will affect many and you will know when the time comes the 
task you must fulfill your destiny,"
	Darien was puzzled. Surely, he couldn't be very important. He had 
no powers and he had no knowledge of anything spectacular that he had 
done. And yet, he was to become a hero. 
	"I am destined to become a hero for what cause Aunt Sophia?"
	"I cannot tell you at the moment beloved. It will come to you in 
the future. Now, hurry my beloved, you must pack. We shall leave before 
the upcoming dawn," Said Sophia as she began to walk away.
	"But where will we go," was Darien vain attempt for his aunt was 
out of earshot.

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