[quote=akje]
 ...Murmurs and whispers arose from the crowd that slowly formed tighter around Tarvin.He could see their disapproval. Their fear. Their malice.A peal of thunder crashed down from the skies upon Tarvin. A low and heavy voice made the earth tremble.Looking around it was clear none of the people around him had heard the thunderclap nor the voice. This was just for him. The voice continued.Time seemed to slow down as the voice spoke. There was time for this. A strange calm. Everything seemed loaded, strung tight. As if ready to jump into action.The mob around Tarvin stood almost frozen in place, but on their faces it was clear they would jump him the moment time would reset to normal. The voice raised, it's tone dripping with bitterness. The voice bellowed with anger. Growing more frighting and dangerous.A thin swirling cyclone came down from the heavens, crackling with energy. It changed shape, forming a hand at the bottom. An open hand with a white-golden ring on it.
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Tarvin stared at the hand. He was still dazzled by the fact that a god had answered his prayer. Only what was this god offering him? Forcing his thought upon others? Sure, he had promised that he would show the people of this world what it means to have a free will. But taking the free will of others, that sounded wrong to him. 

He looked around him. The people standing around the fire. They looked displeased at him. He knew they would start hurting him as soon as time would continue. Eyes filled with hatred stared at him. Looking at him with contempt. Suddenly he knew why he donated some of his money to the poor. It was with those eyes the rich looked at the poor. If this power could change that, he would take it. It wasn’t right that they dared to look with those eyes at the ones that made them rich. Now he had a change to make a difference, even if that would mean using such a power.

Tarvin stretched out his arm and grabbed the hand. [i]“All men must be equal, until then none are truly free. As long as some are oppressed, bound by others, they can never feel what it means to be human. And the oppressors will teach others to be the same. That circle must be broken. Only then they can start to learn what it means to be free. But the power you suggest my god, would make me an oppressor. I can’t accept to take the will of others, for I won’t allow anyone to take mine.”[/i] Tarvin, staring into the place where the hand came from, let go of the hand.