The singing breezes could put one to sleep. Such were those of this day. The day of the troubled man's journey. With his staff as a walking stick and a robe about him, the summer warmth was of little comfort as his inner demons made sport of his humiliated soul. The past, as thus we all seem to be haunted by he thought miserably to himself. The past, with all his deeds and failures, all his choices, his actions, bluffing and betting his hand into the next doomed deal instead of folding, making him who he was now. This cloaked wanderer, who finds comfort in the shadows, who has found no peace in his life, even in silence. Silence is all that he understands. His best friend telling him to try drugs. His parent who won't care for his fate. His teacher telling him to be alone for the safety of those he would speak with. Silence. He worships it in fear.

His hood over his head keeps the bright, painful sun out of his eyes. But far off, he sees the welcome of an honoured nomad. The ashes of the past under his feet like flower peddles falling from the balconies of empty houses. Dust. The dead. He is welcome among them, but not one of them. Not until he fulfills what he must.

He would walk into the fortress of Exiles for his death wish if not for his mission. His mission to be 'welcomed' home... home of the past. Home of where it all began... home of where it would continue.

He knows where he is, but he is still lost deep within. Rauru. The future will change him, he has been told as she died into the darkness... into the past along with every other miserable memory. Was she right? It would begin here... in the City of Light, far from the City of Shadow.

Beauty. That's what she said. That is what she dreamed. Dreamed for him. Dreamed for the coming years instead of doom. Was she right?

Her and her little theory were all he had now. He clung to them as his demons poked him vigourously and mockingly with a Deku Stick, their laughs in a chorus. He ground his teeth to send them off. They were there still, but as mere white sound, weaker to his mind's ear than the calm, steady afternoon breeze. Light. Beauty. Her dream... was his...

He heard a sound from behind, and he was aware that it was merely your footfalls before he bothered to turn, ready for a possible battle. He knew better.

A shadow in the afternoon light stands before you. "Hello," greeted King.

OOC: Hey, this is King. I knew that I needed a main character, despite what I was expecting when I joined earlier. So here he is. I put a lot of work into him. Go ahead! Talk to him. He's not all that frightening. Just experiencing what every other character is facing deep within, just a little more perhaps than most. I'll make a profile for him in my own profile. Maybe a link my signature. So that's King. You'll see more of him than anyone else that I've created.

By the way, you have only 999 days to fill in the poll!! THEN IT'S DONE!