The days of past were nothing but a blur to the young angelic royal. His father and mother had given him a purpose and yet he did not feel as if it were his fated path. He could not be leading the life of someone else; he needed to carve his own journey into the history of Moladion.

For the two years that he has been kept alive, he has seldom left the confines of his home, perhaps once at a time that now seemed too distant to remember. If Haziel were one thing, it was headstrong.. and sometimes a bit too persistent. His family did not believe him capable of reaching out on his own and taking what is that he desires from life, but he will prove them that he is no feeble being damned to the torturous confines of a singular territory for the rest of his life. He needed to find new things, to breathe new air, he needed to live for heaven’s sake.

And so with his mind set on what is his heart desires, he sets out from the ravine, his ears set to attention and twitching at every minute sound that is brought to him. He is careful, if not a bit nervous, now as he leaves the border of Diveen. He pauses for a moment, brushes off whatever doubt he may have, and returns to his previous intentions. He will not be swayed to remain in a comfortable lifestyle.

It is a journey that takes him far from home, and most of his day is spent moving amongst the border lines of Glorall as he passes them by. It is easier to follow his nose with the strong scent of the pack to guide him directionally as it leads him toward Iromar and into the river. It is here, a place that he has not yet been, that he finds some type of pleasure. He is dwelling so close to the demon’s borders and yet he does not give a second thought to the matter as he walks along in the muck of the swamp-like river. The sounds that surround him are so much different than what can be heard in Diveen; frogs chirping, the rush of moving water as a creature flees, the strange, new bird calls from the treetops above. It is all new and entirely exciting to the visually impaired boy. It is such a shame that he cannot see the beauty in such a place.

Perhaps he will stay here for as long as he is capable of - it is quiet enough, in regards to wolf activity, and though he is aware that Iromar’s demons lurk just beyond the bend in the river, he feels rather safe. What is it that so many are fearful of when he seeks to find new things like this? He sees no problem with it at all.