Flashback A New Dawn, Old Ritual

[Xyliana]

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[Abel Whitevine]

Dawn. It was always a time that inspired awe and wonder in those who witnessed it. Even then, as the orca-shaped vessel crossed the waters to arrive at the docks of Mura, both man and woman alike stood upon the deck with their eyes plastered on the heavens. They were greeted with a breathtaking masterpiece that was painted upon the very clouds: a vibrant array of colors splashed across the sky that signaled the start of a brand new day. Truly, for those aboard the ship, it was a welcome sight to behold...though it was soon interrupted by a sordid din. There, casually laid across the deck with not a care in the world, was a young man of sixteen years. A cloak was loosely strewn over his slumbering form, his head rested upon his backpack, and a rather obnoxious sound erupted from his lips with every breath. This sound, his snoring, had obviously been a previous annoyance to those occupying the vessel. Ever since they had departed from the city of Nyka several days prior, they were pestered with the noise both day and night, yet the young man did nothing to change his behavior...nor did he care. Finally, after a handful of time had passed, the young man was ever so rudely awakened by a solid kick in the shin, delivered by a burly shiphand. "Lad," he said, speaking in the gruff tone that was so common in men of the sea, "wake yer sorry arse up. We're here." To this, the young man gave a grunt of annoyance and sat up straight, his hand coming to brush the dark bangs out of his eyes whilst a yawn escaped his lips. "You didn't have to kick me, you know." he stated flatly, completely oblivious to the fact that he had been tormenting the entirety of the ship...again... With that said, the young man stood to his feet and set about collecting his belongings; firstly clasping his cloak about his neck and then slinging his pack over his shoulder nonchalantly. Long, confident strides bore him to the side of the vessel as it pulled into dock, and after waiting a moment or so for the ramp to be extended, he disembarked and took his first steps within Mura. Azure eyes swept across the docks as he strode along, taking in the first sights that greeted him...Though, he didn't get far before he had to explain the reason he had come to the fair island. The truth of the matter was that the young man, born to the name Abel Whitevine, was a thief. Plain and Simple. He had come to the island of Mura, as with various destinations in the known world, simply to pilfer and plunder whatever riches he could get his hands on. Yet, the truth would never get him past the beaming Konti whom inquired about his business...so he lied. "Good morning to you miss!" he began, rendering a polite bow with a hint of flair, "My name is Abel Whitevine, and it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I have heard many a tale about the Library housed upon this island and I just had to take a trip to see it for myself." Apparently his silver tongue had done him proud, as he was promptly permitted to continue along. With a confident grin plastered upon his face, the Thief began to look about for a potential target. After all, his purse was getting light on mizas and there were Konti a'plenty to pursue. "Let the games begin."