Time Part 2

Connor || Time. Time was everything. It was the start, the end, and the middle of everything. Without time there would be no aging no death, but we would be able to move beyond the first second. Time was everything. But more so to Connor. His entire life revolved around time. He manipulated it, traveled it, and most importantly, it made him stronger. In more ways than one, he was a completely different person than he was when he looked like a fourth year. It had been a couple days since he made himself a promise to never forget the death of his realm. And while his instincts were screaming for him to forget everything, he never broke his promise. He used those memories whenever he trained in anything. It helped him to focus and keep himself strong enough to follow through on his goals. All of his personified emotions and his intelligence had subsided and it was only him in his mind. He was hollow, nothing but a single-minded purpose. Revenge. A time would come when he left to his realm alone, and he might not even return, so for now, he trained. He wanted to get stronger, more powerful, so when the time came, he at least stood a chance. He would not forget. Ever. Life would fly by, and he would probably be even more distant than normal, but it was worth it. He wanted to do this alone. He /needed/ to do this alone. And so for the past couple days, he followed the same pattern. Wake up, eat, train, eat, sleep. Then it would start again. Today, however, was different from the rest of the days. He was just about to start training when some part of his mind 'woke up' 'Kill, destroy, raze' Connor groaned. Though he'd dealt with rage before, he had hoped that all of the personified emotions would /stay/ subsided. 'Just leave me be.' he replied passing it off as nothing 'Don't trust anyone. Not even your friends. They'll only stab you in the back' Connor froze in his path. Not only was it rare for rage to speak in literate sentences, but he had only heard Rage try to make him doubt his friends once before when he first heard Rage. Was this Rage's way of saying 'trust your friends'? After all, he was already going down the path of solitude, so why say something that had no distinct meaning to him. He would have to ask rage, or even Hannah, later. For now, he trained.

Time

Connor || Light was fading. In all senses of the phrase. The sun had set hours ago, but the stars were just being covered by the clouds. And yet in the growing darkness, a figure was sitting against the wall of a small house. His head was leaned back and he was staring at what was left uncovered of the stars and the moon. The hood of his cloak was against the wall, somewhat on, but mostly off, as if it was once over his head, but had long since fallen off. Most of his hair was dangling back as much as it could, due to the angle of his head, but his bangs hung over his eyes creating a thin veil between his eyes and the world around him. Though nothing was happening, the action was happening inside his mind. He was locked in a battle with himself and the personified emotions that resided in him. It had been a long time since rage had personified in him, and now he had all variants of emotions speaking inside his mind. He looked slightly older than the last time anyone saw him, and it was only bolstered by the grim expression on his face. 'There was nothing you could do' Intelligence told him as he thought of home 'I could have helped. I could have fought." he berated himself remembering the ruins and everything he stood for 'You could have died, or been kidnapped" The figure thought this was unlikely, as both he and his father had fought in wars that seemed hopeless and won "Been there, done that' he thought angrily 'And it is /never/ happening again' 'You are a prince. You--' 'No' he interrupted 'I /was/ a prince. One cannot be a prince when there is no king. One cannot be a prince with no realm.' He was sick of this, of having this conversation again. He'd been arguing about this for the past three days. He just wanted to forget everything. Forget the images of cities desolated that were burned into his mind. Forget the sight of his father's charred body. Forget everything. He felt hopeless. He had no home, no family, no hope. He wanted to just leave everything behind and leave for another realm, but he couldn't. People were always going to try to hurt him, torture him, and worse. He needed to continue down the path he was heading. But most of all, he needed to remember everything, for it would make him stronger in the days to come. He was not going to back down. He was not going to forget. And he was not going to live in the past. He dragged himself up from the spot he was sitting, his eyes once green and hazel, were now both green "No more" he spoke aloud before walking off along the road, a new vow, and a new mission.