The Game of Time

Satirise was a tall muscular man, towered over his counterparts , he at least six foot four, he long dark hair neatly tied back
in a ponytail, his face oval, clean shaven, his eyes glistened a bright golden yellow , eyes that were unusual in their depth
and strikingness. Saoirise was a man who had an air about him , a man who oozed power.
However , under this powerful facade ripple a growing disturbance of an ancient memory, one that he could not put his
finger on, it bubbled up from the depths of his subconscious , it an ancient memory that in his soul.