Where do I go from here?

Kea had his sword buckled across his back, and the sun across his shoulder as he trotted through the courtyard towards the castle. He wasn’t entirely sure where his father was, and the truth was his old man could be anywhere. From patrols, to the armoury, and anywhere in between.

Instead of searching, he raised his head and called out for his dad, fighting the urge to pass as his call died out. Fighting the urge to fidget as he waited for his dad to arrive. He muttered softly under his breath as he did, trying to find the right words to portray what he was feeling. He was feeling lost… he needed a challenge, a reason. He needed something to do to feel like he mattered.


"Ciaran Carpathius"