Chapter 1, Page 2: Meeting foretold. 

"Captain! Noo!" the young mans life ends with a flash of steel.. Had he not witnessed, had he but stayed on the ship as he was supposed to.. No, it was inevitable..

 "Ah, I see you serve our blood well.." a dark voice speaks behind the old man, "deprived the wretch from his life, have we? Oh dear, oh dear.. What will your men say, 'captain'?".. The irony in his voice was as cold as the body that lies before him..

"Where are you?!" the old man shouts out to the forest, for any other, this would look like a forest like any other, but for the old man, every single thing that had roots was alive, giving off ripples of sound similiar to heartbeats.. For once, he was truly a blind man. He gently reaches for his gun, but instead of pulling the trigger.. He lets it slip from his hands as a simple leaf made of lead.

"Are you ready to learn, or do you wish to steal the life from the rest of your crew? I belive they are sound asleep by now.." the voice speaks, with a deep hunger.. "Good, then follow me.."

Somehow, the endless waves of sound is now directed in a way similar to a trail.. Should he follow and abandon his men to whatever fate had stored, or should he go back and sail off and pretend nothing has ever happened.. "Choices, choices.. Arent they trivial? I mean, in the end, you'll come to the same place, but merely in a different manner.. Come now, young one.."

He was right, had he gone this far.. There was no salvation on coming home, home.. "You have no home.. Have you yet failed to realise it? The city hates you, they detest you.. You are NOTHING to them.." the voice growls, clearly angered by the old mans slow choice.

"Ah, you think -she- would made you see the truth? Oh my, you clearly are a naïve young man still.." the voice mocks him, can he read my mind? Can he hear what I think?

"Do not be fearful child, I wish to harm you no sooner than myself.. We are of the same blood.. Same kin.." the voice slowly speaks, seemingly patient..

The old man looks back once and in the far end of the shore, he smells torches burning and hear men shouting.. "Time to choose, lies or truth?" the voice quickly speaks, the trail narrowing itself..

The old man reaches for his gun and picks it up, looking at it.. "Teach me, I wish to know more of my heritage.." he tells as if in whispers and slowly begins to walk downwards towards a path that seemingly never ends..