1st of Spring, 515 AV
Kei stared at the small mound of freshly placed dirt. He loved the smell of it - it helped mask the stench of the dead man buried underneath. Kei couldn't have just left the man for the vultures, even if he had never knew him. This man helped him escape from the horrible life Kei had lived up until this point. This man who had freed him from slavery.
Kei was free, so why did he feel so empty?
After a brief moment of thinking, Kei determined that the most probable cause was that he had never known anything more than what was given to him. That's all he had ever done. Everything that Kei needed to do was told to him, so there was never any choice or question about what to do next. Now he was free and that over hanging sense of a higher being was gone, only it was replaced with the new feeling of questioning and uneasiness.
Kei was frightened to be on his own, if he was perfectly frank. He turned from the grave, picking up his few belongings and started off west. He wasn't sure why, but west seemed like the right way to go. It wasn't something that Kei could explain, it just was there. It was the only thing that made any sense at this point, even if there was almost no sense in it at all.
He continued moving though, simply for the fact that staying here left a bad taste in his mouth. There wasn't much to explore, mostly grass lands with grass so tall that he could hide in it. As it got darker, Kei decided that hiding the grass might not be such a bad idea. He didn't really know what kind of animals and other people lurked in this area. For all he knew, he could end up not waking up in the morning.
Kei shuddered. Death was never a pleasant thought. Death always made him think of his mother and Kei was never comfortable thinking about his mother. He pushed the thoughts away and laid down on his back, not really caring it anything or anyone saw him. He felt safe at the moment and that was all he could ever ask for. It wasn't like he was going to sleep anyways. Too much had happened this day and Kei would never be able to sleep at all.
Instead of trying to sleep, Kei reached out for his backpack and pulled out his mother's last journal. It was mostly empty save the first few pages. Kei skimmed over the first and second page, both only talking about the area that his mother had been in before she was enslaved. The third page, however, showed sketches of the night sky decorated with shimmering stars.
In her sketches, Kei's mother had traces several different constellations and jotted down their names. Kei was unable to read the names due to his mother's quickly written notes being sloppy, but he was able to find where each sketch was on the current night sky and traced it out with his finger.
After he had traced all the constellations he could identify, Kei dropped his hand onto his chest. What was the point in this...oh right. There was no identified point. Kei sighed aloud as he took a blade of the tall grass and began to toy with it. He'd have to find something to do and somewhere to go. That's just want the man wanted. The one who freed him wanted him to go and live his life.
So what was his life supposed to be like?
Kei stared at the small mound of freshly placed dirt. He loved the smell of it - it helped mask the stench of the dead man buried underneath. Kei couldn't have just left the man for the vultures, even if he had never knew him. This man helped him escape from the horrible life Kei had lived up until this point. This man who had freed him from slavery.
Kei was free, so why did he feel so empty?
After a brief moment of thinking, Kei determined that the most probable cause was that he had never known anything more than what was given to him. That's all he had ever done. Everything that Kei needed to do was told to him, so there was never any choice or question about what to do next. Now he was free and that over hanging sense of a higher being was gone, only it was replaced with the new feeling of questioning and uneasiness.
Kei was frightened to be on his own, if he was perfectly frank. He turned from the grave, picking up his few belongings and started off west. He wasn't sure why, but west seemed like the right way to go. It wasn't something that Kei could explain, it just was there. It was the only thing that made any sense at this point, even if there was almost no sense in it at all.
He continued moving though, simply for the fact that staying here left a bad taste in his mouth. There wasn't much to explore, mostly grass lands with grass so tall that he could hide in it. As it got darker, Kei decided that hiding the grass might not be such a bad idea. He didn't really know what kind of animals and other people lurked in this area. For all he knew, he could end up not waking up in the morning.
Kei shuddered. Death was never a pleasant thought. Death always made him think of his mother and Kei was never comfortable thinking about his mother. He pushed the thoughts away and laid down on his back, not really caring it anything or anyone saw him. He felt safe at the moment and that was all he could ever ask for. It wasn't like he was going to sleep anyways. Too much had happened this day and Kei would never be able to sleep at all.
Instead of trying to sleep, Kei reached out for his backpack and pulled out his mother's last journal. It was mostly empty save the first few pages. Kei skimmed over the first and second page, both only talking about the area that his mother had been in before she was enslaved. The third page, however, showed sketches of the night sky decorated with shimmering stars.
In her sketches, Kei's mother had traces several different constellations and jotted down their names. Kei was unable to read the names due to his mother's quickly written notes being sloppy, but he was able to find where each sketch was on the current night sky and traced it out with his finger.
After he had traced all the constellations he could identify, Kei dropped his hand onto his chest. What was the point in this...oh right. There was no identified point. Kei sighed aloud as he took a blade of the tall grass and began to toy with it. He'd have to find something to do and somewhere to go. That's just want the man wanted. The one who freed him wanted him to go and live his life.
So what was his life supposed to be like?