<i>My redemption's something I will <b>never</b> know.</i> {Daenerys}}

At the densest section of the forest, there is a brief clearing where a steady flow of water streams down the slippery stone staircase. The water here is cool and refreshing. Staircase Falls has been rumoured to be the place where reality is met by magic; where peaceful spirits dwell. They are rumoured to have healing powers that are used to help the desperately hurt, though no one has experienced this, except for, perhaps, Kaive.

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My redemption's something I will never know. {Daenerys}}
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Posted on December 9, 2014 at 05:28:40 AM by Rodan

He had to get out. The white dragon had tried to rest. He'd laid down in his new den ( far away from his old one) and closed his eyes. Hell, he'd even tried to think happy thoughts. Just when he thought that he would finally catch a break, it came back to him. Nightmares flooded his head. Nightmares of his father attacking him and throwing Kahn aside like a ragdoll, of his uncle laying still. Sometimes he could ride them out. Shut his eyes tight and will them away. Some nights, like this one, he couldn't and everything crashed on top of him so he couldn't breathe. Rodan awoke in a rush and bolted from his den out into the night.

He didn't know where he was going. He didn't care. Anywhere but in Saw Tooth. All the memories of Kahn were there. He saw his uncle in every tree, rock, and bush. Damn his heart! This was exactly what Kahn had warned him about. Love was a horrid thing. It weakened you and left you vulnerable. A warrior should be neither. He'd been told that love made you strong. But anger made him strong. Honor, pride, a vengeful spirit. Not love. Loyalty was what made someone strong. Someone who needed no reason to fight other than their own choice. That was the kind of man the prince wanted to be. Stoic, powerful. And right now, he was failing both of these.

Rodan ran and ran, as far as he could. The fatigue his journey had given him was not yet gone, and his insomnia was not helping. The various battle wounds scattered across his bodice prevented him from lengthening his stride too much. All in all, he needed to get back in shape. This was how the knight had been programmed. No breaks, only improvement. The ghost pushed himself to the limits, running as far as he possibly could. As far away from his problems as he could. A cowardly act, yes, but wasn't that all he was at this point? A coward who couldn't even bring himself to kill the man who had tortured him and killed the only mentor he'd ever had. A coward who still loved this person. Damn his heart! Kahn had warned him about things like this. Why hadn't he listened?

Ro's legs eventually gave out by the falls. He lay there, chest heaving with every ragged, panty breath. He turned his cranium away from the cool liquid. He did not want to look at a weak coward. For a brief moment, Ro felt absolutely nothing. And it was bliss. Then the events caught up to him again and the stoic mask fell, his chest heaving now with soft sobs. The titan looked up towards the winter sky. It was clear and the stars covered the dark background. Instinctually, he let out a howl. Deep down, he hoped Kahn would answer it.

Ooc: sorry this is kinda crappy

Replies:

Mother of Dragons - By Daenerys December 19, 2014 at 03:07:38 AM
My redemption's something I will never know. - By Rodan December 26, 2014 at 06:38:53 AM
Mother of Dragons - By Daenerys January 4, 2015 at 03:03:01 AM
My redemption's something I will never know. - By Rodan January 6, 2015 at 06:56:52 AM
Mother of Dragons - By Daenerys March 25, 2015 at 00:05:50 AM

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