You had always been a follower you realised as you felt all the more discouraged, someone who had followed where others had lead the way. You couldn't believe how useless you felt now that you were alone, now that you had nobody to guide you. You had almost been ready to turn back to religion and it had left you with more questions than you had begun with. You almost wished that you could simply go back to the Enlightened, so that you could once more be shown what was expected of you, guided along the path.
You couldn't though.
You had to be your own person, you needed to be your own person.
This was why you needed to rescue Eurochkoles as soon as possible. You needed his guidance, you needed his steady yet fair hand, you needed him to help you find yourself. Maybe in time he would help you learn to face the world before you head on, without deferring to somebody elses judgement.
You could feel the increasing onset of insecurity taking hold and you knew that you had to do something about it. You couldn't just wallow in self pity, you couldn't just worry about what if's. You had to clear your head, you had to take initiative.
You had to prove that you were worthy of this second chance you had been given.
You slipped from the wall once more as you started along the street once more, heading further from the guild house as you looked up at the moon. It was a beautiful night, marred only by the fact that it was haunted by that what went bump in the night. It was a night that you could have lost yourself in had things been different.
You paused as you continued along the path to vault up onto the wall, balancing atop it as you held your arms out to steady yourself, before you walked along it instead of the path. It was childish, but you didn't care. Nobody could tell you to behave like the adult you were supposed to be right now and you wouldn't have listened to them if there was somebody here that did. With nobody to tell you how to behave otherwise you started to pick up speed, arms still held out as you maintained your balance on the wall carefully, as you started to run along it.
Your arms lowered as you went from an awkward and slow paced attempt to run along it to bouncing along as you picked up speed, hopping between wall segments as you progressed onward. As you reahed a higher wall you jumped, hands planted on the corner of it as you swung your legs up over your head, before bringing them down atop the wall.
From this point you started to do cartwheels atop the higher wall, covering the entire length of it with ease before standing on your hands as you reached the end of it. One leg then the other slowly started to push onward, your entire body following suit as you allowed gravity to assist you in flipping down from the top of the wall. As hand straightened your clothing and the other your hair you sighed happily, you didn't know why it had felt so good to do this, but it had taken your mind off things to an extent to do something so frivolous.
You were a little out of breath though.
You turned the corner as you headed down another street on a whim, passing beneath a fragrant floral arch as you entered what you guessed to be one of the more well off area's of town. You could see well maintained buildings with distinctive white walls framed with blackened timber, you could see brickwork and tiled roofing, you could see lamplight glowing through latticed glass windows.
Well maintained paving underfoot were bordered by a recently maintained green that was dotted with what appeared to be apple trees. At least that was what you assumed the budding fruits they bore were, fruits that were far from ripe or ready. You wouldn't have minded pinching an apple right now had there been one in reach.
As you turned another corner while walking through this upmarket area you spotted a man ahead of you, a man dressed in a black waistcoat, white shirt and black trousers. A man who had his back to you, a man who was bent over what you could immediately identify as the body of a person. A woman most likely, you noted from the shredded dress that had been bloodied and cut open.
You ducked back around the corner, peering out from behind it as you tried to gauge the situation.
The man appeared to be mutiliating the woman's remains with a blade, though it was hard to tell exactly from behind. He appeared to be talking to himself too, though you were too far away from him to make out anything he was saying. It was probably that distance between you and this man that had prevented him from hearing you too.
You could see him wipe his brow with the back of his arm, doing his best to get as little blood on his forehead as he could as he brushed dark hair back from his face. He appeared to be close to done, the woman no doubt long dead by now.
Were you going to hide until this man had passed, or were you going to confront him in this winding street in some manner?
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