Timestamp: 67th of Autumn, 510 AV It was a quiet day in Zeltiva, Kendall's hometown. Although it was technically his "home" he wanted to get as far from the place as possible. A glance at the docks brought about dark looks from the sailors while a walk past the university held too many memories. Things used to be good and this city used to be everything he wanted. That time was over now and he was slowly moving on. In truth he was not able to do it alone. He had help although it was unseen and unheard by everyone else but him and the few people who shared the marking that now graced his skin. Although Kendall was alone in Zeltiva he knew he was not alone in Mizahar. There was someone out there silently watching from unknown heights within the mountains. There were slight signs that Kendall needed to move on. There was no place left for him at the University for one. The classes promptly ended when he was no longer… who he was before. He walked through the city moving his hand up and down his forearm. This action was not to keep him warm, he had not need for that. It was more of a nervous habit he had taken up over the past season. The warmth he now held was the only connection he had anymore to anything other than himself. There was a person… It was a ridiculous thought though. It was not even worth thinking of. Soon Kendall had settled on making a stop at the Kelp Bar. The cravings for alcohol were coming back again. He was not sure if he even liked the devious drink, he just craved it like a drug. The workers at the bar knew of him, he came in almost daily. He never remembered even wanting to drink before the accident. Now he made his pilgrimage to the bar almost daily. Kendall made his way to the back of the bar and sat down. He was not going to order a drink yet. He wanted to write for a while. He pulled out his worn notebook and flipped through the pages. The pages were covered in his writing from over the past season since life had changed. Most of the writing was poetry but on occasion it was just random accounts of his daily life scribbled in his messy handwriting. The words never seemed to hard to read before. His handwriting had once been beautiful and fluent. It was hard to write with new hands though. Even after a while of trying to get used to his new situation his handwriting never returned to it's former glory. All those classes in calligraphy that he had hated so much had been a complete waste. A few chimes pasted and Kendall finally decided on a page to write on. He ran his hand through his hair and stared down at the page. It seemed the longer he was in his situation the more his literary abilities seemed to wain. This was why Kendall wrote so much. If he did not write he was sure he would lose his only connection to his old life. Home is naught but memory In solitude I find peace Now there is no such thing as family All I have is their sweet release Reflections hold nothing more Then the lies that create my life No more embraces that I adore There is nothing to help me through the strife In this absence I have found An ally so unexpected But now there is something to keep me around For now I am protected Mismatched eyes glared down at the notebook and he slammed the pages shut. The words did not seem right like they had once been. He felt disconnected from everything except the fire that now seemed to guide him through this new life. He looked forward and focused on a flickering lamp giving some light to the room. "So even now you are here with me…" A weak smirk graced Kendall's face for a moment but quickly faded. There was still so much rushing through his mind. Even though he was now in control of his emotions he was still lost in them. All the control in the world would not bring him back to his family. All the control in the world could not take back the looks of aversion. For now Kendall only had three things. Himself, Ivak, and his writing. The last of the three seemed obviously to be slipping away. |