The darkness grew thinner, as the light of dawn finally started to pierce through. With it, the Hydra grew smaller and smaller, until it was invisible to the rest of the world, and even to Oliver himself. But it did not vanish. It still remained there, as a constant weight in Oliver's heart, and even when he could not do battle with it any longer with his sword, Oliver did battle with it in the hallways of his mind.
Drenched in sweat, and thoroughly exhausted, Oliver found within himself an immense degree of satisfaction.
He had set out that night, feeling some sense in himself that he had a problem that needed to be solved, and desperately. And he had failed to solve it to a mighty degree. He found instead, that problem was likely to stay for much longer.
