Date: 58th day of Fall, 510 A.V. Location: Somewhere near the port A lake is the landscape's most beautiful and expressive feature. It is the world's eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature. The words drifted through Viktor's mind like snowflakes caught in a sudden breeze, unable to join their bretheren on the ground that was his subconscience. What had that strange man at the tavern meant? The kelvic had been sitting at one of the tables in the midde of the room when the older man spotted him from the bar. He staggered over to the table, Viktor's table, and bestowed those words of wisdom in a breath that reaked of 'good times'. He then proceeded to stumble back to the bar, order another drink, and pass out slumped over the bar, but still. A bell later and Viktor was strolling along the shoreline, the drunkard's words haunting him. There was still plenty of time before the departure festival began, but already people were making plans, you couldn't escape it. He had to get away from it all before it drove him mad. As he crested a small hill he saw something that couldn't just be coincidence. A small pond had formed where seawater had worn away at a thin ledge leading to a crater. Sheltered from the tides it was perfectly still, and shockingly unfrozen aside from a small ring of ice that formed around the edges. "Depth of his nature huh?" He stood at the edge of the pool of water and watched his reflection. Chimes passed and he began to grow frustrated. "What did you expect, honestly? The guy was drunk!" He chided himself, "There's nothing there!" He froze for a moment, his words sinking in. It wasn't his reflection that bothered him, it was that is was the only one there. There was an aching coming from somewhere deep inside of him, ingrained in every fiber of his being. It was like he was made to be lonely, to only truely be happy in the company of others. But it was there, even when he was having a fun time with someone else. He had always blamed it on the fact that the one person he had ever loved beside his parents was with another guy. "Why the hell couldn't you have just told her?!" He yelled at himself, his hands affixed to his forehead in frustration. But even if he had her, something inside told him that he wouldn't be completely happy. There was something, someone else out there. "Where's a petching bondmate when you need one?" He groaned, slumping to the ground beside the water. He was feeling wore than before and it was all thanks to that "Stupid lake!" He shouted, snatching a nearby stone and hurling it at the mirror like surface which shattered into waves, distorting the image. "Why the petch did I have to be born like this? Why can't I just live without this pain?" He muttered, his voice cracking. Small ripples formed as the sorrow silently overwhelmed him, forcing its way out of his eyes, down his cheeks, and disappearing into the water below. |