5th of Fall, 513 A.V.
The midday sun had risen, the twelfth bell being struck but a few dozen chimes ago. This was a rare occasion. The sun beat down upon Adeon's raised hood, as he became but another potential customer in a large crowd of Lhavitians. He, earlier that day, had decided to follow the people. Those people led him to this cursed place. He was at so much risk! Was finding a soul worth all this?
He assumed this was the Azure Market. No, no... He knew it was the Azure Market. No other place in Lhavit would be this busy. Except, possibly, the school. But there are no merchants at the school.
His train of thought was interrupted by a bump at his side. This happened often, here. People bumping into one another. He worried for his well-being. It was almost time for a new body, anyway- if an arm or a leg fell off in public, he didn't know what he'd do.
That was a lie. He knew that if that happened, he would leave Lhavit. He wasn't ready to leave. Already, he had met two possibilities. He couldn't leave yet.
As this was passing through his head, his steps slowed, allowing more and more bumps to hit him. He tried to pick up his pace, but, alas, he could not see what was beneath his feet due to his large cloak. His boot landed on a man's heel. He didn't seem to notice, but as his foot kicked back as to continue walking, Adeon fell over.
He watched the people pass by from the ground for but half a moment before realizing that they didn't care. Some of these people had families to feed. A hooded stranger wasn't on their list. Adeon was lost within the accident, rolling onto his stomach and pulling his hood over his head, so no bystanders could see his blackened lips, or his pale skin.
He began trying to blindly lift himself up, leaning on his knee for support. It was fruitless, however, for the citizens of Lhavit still bumped past him. Adeon's light form gave into force easily, and he was not strong. This would complicate rising.
He struggled, but he could not get up by his own power. He was stuck, trying to stay on his knee for as long as possible, before inevitably getting pushed onto his back.
That was what he feared. With all his strength, he pushed up. He was standing, now. But he was facing opposite to the flow of the crowd. As he was trying to compose his sense of direction, a larger man bumped into him.
"Watch it, vagik." The large man said, bitterly. "Next time, I won't be as polite."
As you could imagine, Adeon was not pleased.
"What you mean, fool, is 'pardon me'. Had you been applying your two brain cells, you might've seen me standing upright and avoided me."
That was when Adeon took a fist to the face.