' Good Luck '.

[Akeron 55]

Akeron drew in a deep relaxing breath of the ocean breeze next to hims beautiful home on the beachfront. He felt better after such a full nights sleep, the first one in nearly a year. His eyes were not dinted, his beard was still a mere shadow, and a slight smile was laid upon his face as if he was just told a funny jest. The view of the ocean was spectacular, he didn't need to squint to see the very last city far left of Malinor. He took in one more deep breath before he said in a mere daze.

" Today will be the day I die. "

The words did not phase him, nor shock him in any form. He turned around as if there was nothing interesting to partake in. He took a moment to stretch his body and undressed from his sleeping attire to put on something more appropriate for the good mood he felt. After dressing and having a small breakfast of bread and soup, he went over to his storage depot and all of his belongings and placed them in his carrier sack. He exited out the back door to face the mountain Elderbrose. He lazily began walking up the mountain to the over-cliff to better see the rapidly expanding city of Aloria, the city he built with his bare hands in hope to create his own perfection that he could destroy without any sorrow. The walk was well over an hour, but the view was more than worth it.

The architecture was very much so similar to that of Al'Khazar, but instead of the white wool shape on the second floor he requested that the owners of the homes place it with whatever color they felt would fit the mood. It was very unique to see the pattern and color each member put up, for it did look all very symmetrical yet unique in its own fashion. The descent took only a few minutes till the guard let him in with a nod of his head in recognition. He strode down the stone path till what sounded like a young boy whisper "... wait." Akeron looked over his shoulder, and turned around to stare at the little boy. The tyke said quickly, but in stutter, " Please sir, m-m-ay I-I-I have b-but a single c-c-coin? I have n---. " He didn't need a second more to think before he took his pack off of his back. Everything he has worked for in the past four hundred years was in this bag, and he tossed it to the little boy as if it ment nothing. The boy didn't know what was in the pack when Akeron walked down the road slightly quicker for the less dramatic effect, but when he turned down the street he heard a scream of delight in a high pitched voice. He didn't turn around, but he did give a small grin. He walked down till he saw the second street corner, the Wolfshead Pub. The door was still broken, so it opened with a shutter and clack, but it slid back into its place easily whilst he walked inside. The pub was still fairly dirty, but he still had his signature table where no one else sat at that was still very clean. Akeron took a seat in his chair, and thus when the terror began.

(( The short beginning of the story I'm creating about Akeron's life. I basically start with his very last days, up until the last minute of his death, and then began reciting from childhood. Clever, huh? Not nearly done incase you don't already know. I intend on having this be a project to keep me busy over winter break, and I hope to be finished by new years. This bit took me about five minutes to complete, and sorry for the mistakes; I don't have spellchecker on my phone.))

[steelersfan1221 300]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.