At long last, it was time.
The past two weeks had been a long and arduous period for Eli Everlash, as he left his home to find his own meaning in life. He was tired; tired from the journey, tired a lack of sleep, and tired of the life that he had left behind. In so many ways, he was exhausted. But that exhaustion lent itself to a certain air of freedom as well; never before would his parents or servants back home have let him make such an expedition on his own. And certainly, they would never think to search for the runaway noble at the remote Amber Island; he had heard and read tales of the island's horrid past, but more importantly, of the lack of interest most nobles and royalty had in it.
And it was home to a Guild.
Perfect.
This was the end. The end of being groomed to lead a house of stuck-up aristocrats and meaningless parties with the hopes of impressing other, equally snooty nobles. The end of being forced to accept assistance in every aspect of his life, from dressing and eating to studying and walking. Those first steps beyond the walls of his family's estate were the most frightening in his life, but also the most free. He had chosen this; he had made this decision. And he would make many more.
This was just the beginning.
It seemed that the weather was determined to test his resolve in this, as a storm had started shortly before he arrived at the island's port. He refused transport, however; all he had to his name at the moment were what clothes and supplies he could bring from home, and the money he calculated would be necessary for his journey. He would take no luxuries with this money; it was the last true remnant of his family in his possession, as far as Eli was concerned. And if he was going to carry around money from them, it was going to be put to good use and pave the way for the life they would never offer him.
At last he reached the doors of the Throne Hall, so grand and extravagant. In many ways, it reminded him of the home he had escaped from. But this didn't feel like a prison, looking up at its walls. This was a bastion; a place he could be safe. Warm. Free.
Eli steeled himself, and pushed open the doors as he entered the building. He regretted tracking rain into the opulent hall.
He did not regret opening the door.
"Hello!" He called out into the building that would hopefully soon become his home. "My name is Eli Everlash. I seek to join Dies Irae!"
The past two weeks had been a long and arduous period for Eli Everlash, as he left his home to find his own meaning in life. He was tired; tired from the journey, tired a lack of sleep, and tired of the life that he had left behind. In so many ways, he was exhausted. But that exhaustion lent itself to a certain air of freedom as well; never before would his parents or servants back home have let him make such an expedition on his own. And certainly, they would never think to search for the runaway noble at the remote Amber Island; he had heard and read tales of the island's horrid past, but more importantly, of the lack of interest most nobles and royalty had in it.
And it was home to a Guild.
Perfect.
This was the end. The end of being groomed to lead a house of stuck-up aristocrats and meaningless parties with the hopes of impressing other, equally snooty nobles. The end of being forced to accept assistance in every aspect of his life, from dressing and eating to studying and walking. Those first steps beyond the walls of his family's estate were the most frightening in his life, but also the most free. He had chosen this; he had made this decision. And he would make many more.
This was just the beginning.
It seemed that the weather was determined to test his resolve in this, as a storm had started shortly before he arrived at the island's port. He refused transport, however; all he had to his name at the moment were what clothes and supplies he could bring from home, and the money he calculated would be necessary for his journey. He would take no luxuries with this money; it was the last true remnant of his family in his possession, as far as Eli was concerned. And if he was going to carry around money from them, it was going to be put to good use and pave the way for the life they would never offer him.
At last he reached the doors of the Throne Hall, so grand and extravagant. In many ways, it reminded him of the home he had escaped from. But this didn't feel like a prison, looking up at its walls. This was a bastion; a place he could be safe. Warm. Free.
Eli steeled himself, and pushed open the doors as he entered the building. He regretted tracking rain into the opulent hall.
He did not regret opening the door.
"Hello!" He called out into the building that would hopefully soon become his home. "My name is Eli Everlash. I seek to join Dies Irae!"