chaos stood at the edge of the lake, staring out at the water. He wanted to be alone for the moment, and hadn't told anyone where he was going.

Down the way from the manor house, down a worn dirt path, there's a small clearing in the woods next to a clear creek. In that creek, there's a fishing line, connected to a pole firmly secured between a couple rocks. Next to the pole is a young man with tanned skin and white hair. He's wearing loose robes, and has an arm thrown over his eyes to ( Read more... )