Time: The First Day of Summer, 510.
Skylar was lying in the outdoor courtyard of Syliras, in front of the castle. It was a beautiful summer day and he seemed very interested in the large, puffy white clouds that floated above in the otherwise clear sky. The Valterrian had come and gone, and yet the world continued. Sometimes Skylar wondered if he stayed alive just to marvel at that wonder. Just to see what was around the corner.
He was in the body of a young man, no older than fifteen, with dull brown hair and a casual look about him. Innocent face, innocent eyes. The kind of fellow you might find tending a farm or something. And the real deal, Ahntony had been his name, was rather similar to the cliche. He had been dreaming of adventure, lazy and fun-loving. Skylar had rather liked him. It was refreshing to see that kind of personality in today's otherwise jaded youth.
Now that Skylar was behind the wheel of the meatsack, he had no real intention of changing the apparent course.
He was lying down in the courtyard, as had been established, but he was not alone. His older sister, Miriam, had deigned to accompany him on this journey. He was lying in her lap, as a matter of fact, and it was to her he sometimes directed a lazy comment: "Does that cloud look like a Zith?" And so forth. Of course, she was not, in truth his sister, nor was she older, but he didn't particularly care for details. Her name wasn't even Miriam. Skylar couldn't remember her name, but it wasn't Miriam.
She would play the part, however, she would be more than happy to, if it would mean he would pretend to love her for a while.