“I don’t want anything from you, I’m here because you’re incredibly unique.” She settled a bit, looking over the tree’s trunk and up to his branches. “You’re here by yourself, the world around you is terribly desolate, it’s kind of lonely. Isn’t it?”
Casper reached into her bag, removing a sketch book and a box with a few pieces of charcoal.
“Why don’t I draw you? I’ll be quiet company.” she started in on the illustration, looking up only every so often to look at detail. She could here him clearly, it was almost terrifying, but Casper was curious to keep him talking if she was being honest.
Aku’s displeasure manifested itself in the form of incomprehensible growling and grumbling. A few of the tree’s branches creaked ominously with his mounting frustration. He was clearly not the sort to enjoy anyone’s company, even if it was quiet. Of course, he couldn’t stop her from staying to sketch the tree that imprisoned him.
Finally, the power of word formation returned to him and it wasn’t any more pleasant than the growling.
‘I do not desire company,’ he spat. ‘I desire FREEDOM!’ Somehow the raspy voice managed to sound otherworldly and like an angry old man both at once.
‘If you only knew to whom it is you speak, you would not be so bold and insolent. I am AKU! And when I escape from this wretched prison I shall once again be the Master of this world. When I am free, I shall see to it that ALL of humankind suffers for the sins and disrespect your kind has inflicted upon me!’







