Premonitions

Lost in a sense he had given up so much, lost so much, and given up the faith that he could ever have anything back. His life had spiraled downward in a few short weeks. Soleon had expressed his urge to explore, and given the boy was a year and a half, well, Collision had tried to stop him, but the child had bathed and slipped away. Gael was no where to be found, Soleil was hardly getting any better (last he had checked) and Azalea was having to deal with all of it. Then, on top of that, he was brought to the realization every choice he had been making he had been making wrong. He had done everything wrong. Failed Valhalla after re-uniting it, and he couldn't help but to hate himself every step of the way.


Forsaken in the most extreme of terms the male could not begin to fathom the things that had happened. He was stuck and enduring a meaningless life. He was stuck dealing with things that he no longer had control over, and while his loyalty was still to Valhalla, it was the first time in four solid days that he had re-entered the land. A broken man, a hardly beating heart. He hated his life and what it had become. Loveless, empty, and altogether hopeless. Where were the righteousness in that? In having to deal with everything as it were? Why could it all just cease to exist? Would he be happy then? On this dark night, he knew not.