Open Here and There

[Arvan]

Winter 12th 512 AV

Dawn started early. Sky of the east was turned out merry gold when Arvan reach the gate less city. The city it self, seems to has been awaken for hours, the morning traffic could be seen here and there. Among the people that keep pacing in or out, stood up the Guards that didn't even bother to hold him. In fact, his appearance were far from eyecatching or attention seeker. The clothes he wore were worn out of the weather, with long hooded traveling cloak he looked just the same as every traveler on the street that morning. He walk through the awaken city without difficulty. No one look at him, no one recognize him, no one he recognized at all.

He doesn't even has any places to come. He glanced to the grim looking pallid building, envied its comfortability, and jogged away. He doesn't know why his instict pointed to came to this city. It's hardly nothing that pinch his interest at all. In fact, the city seems to begin steadily more crowded. People, mostly human, kept popping out of the corner, and soon he feel the usual bubbling sensation in his stomach. His disbelief of human. He can manage to get along with all races but human. Many flashback pained his memory and made him started for short run.

Blades. Bloods. Screams.

Every blood of his fragile looking appearance were boiling. His heart thumped like a war drum.

He could hear a dull thud. He could smell the fishy air. He could see figures, stiff, covered with blood. His clan.

But above all of it, he could clearly remembered, the human bandit group that waylaid his entire clan.