The day was coming to an end for Alice as she walks back to her apartment, the rain echoing against her umbrella. It was coming down pretty hard, but with out any wind she was able to stay fairly dry as she took her time weaving through campus until she arrived at her street. She was only a few blocks away now when something caught her eye across the street. It was just a shadow, a reflection from the rain, but Alice moved in closer anyway. What she found was a young man, curled up against a tree, his eyes were closed and his breathing even, as if he were asleep.
"Doesn't he feel the rain?" she mumbles to herself, squatting down in front of him while taking care to stay under her umbrella. His coloring looked almost translucent and his clothes weren't even wet despite the lack of cover the tree's branches provided. His long black hair draped over his face, and instinctively she reached down to fix it, but quickly stopped herself.
"What am I doing?" she questions standing up straight again. She wasn't sure how long she stood there staring at him, passerby's were probably looking at her weird but she couldn't bring herself to move. Suddenly he sat up, knees tucked close to his chest, but his eyes where still closed. Alice knew she should leave, this guy would probably thinks she's crazy just standing in front of him, watching him sleep. Thats when he opened his eyes.
"Airan?" Alice says, and he looks up at her, only just noticing her there. What happened next, was even weirder then when she finally recognized him. The color in his skin became flushed, his figure no longer looked transparent and the rain instantly drenched his clothes. Then he started crying.
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Airan felt lost, but that was nothing new. What drained him the most was not being able to do anything about it. No one noticed him, it was as if he no longer existed. Maybe he didn't, maybe he had died and was now in hell. Doomed to wander through this foreign land forever alone. He couldn't remember doing anything terrible enough to deserve such a fate. So he stole things, but that's what he was skilled at was it suddenly wrong to use one's god given talents. Whatever the cause, he knew it was all connected to the amulet that old magician gave him, still hanging from his neck. He felt the cold stone shift against his chest, and slowly sat back up, but kept his eyes closed. Maybe this time when he opened them, he'll be back in his room above that run down tavern and this will all have been a dream. He'd open his eyes to find his home in a time of peace again, no war, and Arthur uninjured scolding him for being
"Doesn't he feel the rain?" she mumbles to herself, squatting down in front of him while taking care to stay under her umbrella. His coloring looked almost translucent and his clothes weren't even wet despite the lack of cover the tree's branches provided. His long black hair draped over his face, and instinctively she reached down to fix it, but quickly stopped herself.
"What am I doing?" she questions standing up straight again. She wasn't sure how long she stood there staring at him, passerby's were probably looking at her weird but she couldn't bring herself to move. Suddenly he sat up, knees tucked close to his chest, but his eyes where still closed. Alice knew she should leave, this guy would probably thinks she's crazy just standing in front of him, watching him sleep. Thats when he opened his eyes.
"Airan?" Alice says, and he looks up at her, only just noticing her there. What happened next, was even weirder then when she finally recognized him. The color in his skin became flushed, his figure no longer looked transparent and the rain instantly drenched his clothes. Then he started crying.
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Airan felt lost, but that was nothing new. What drained him the most was not being able to do anything about it. No one noticed him, it was as if he no longer existed. Maybe he didn't, maybe he had died and was now in hell. Doomed to wander through this foreign land forever alone. He couldn't remember doing anything terrible enough to deserve such a fate. So he stole things, but that's what he was skilled at was it suddenly wrong to use one's god given talents. Whatever the cause, he knew it was all connected to the amulet that old magician gave him, still hanging from his neck. He felt the cold stone shift against his chest, and slowly sat back up, but kept his eyes closed. Maybe this time when he opened them, he'll be back in his room above that run down tavern and this will all have been a dream. He'd open his eyes to find his home in a time of peace again, no war, and Arthur uninjured scolding him for being
