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.