Ever since the incident, Connor only had known the lonesome roads of Andalusia. Seven years had passed since his arrival to this place he now called home. at first everything confused him. He thought he had known how things worked. But all of that had changed the moment he Found himself here. The people he crossed paths, especially those who frequented the markets he would wander through, the exotic creatures, breed of another nature from what he had had seen.

The people were one fascination of this place, The sights. Now that’ was an entirely different level of beauty where something else, the shining black beaches of the Eastern lands, and the mountains of the Analtic Ridge , and to the north, with the Crimson tipped peaks of The Claw as it reached out Its cragged fingers gasping at the morning sky. This all brought the boys’ predicament, What ever it was, this new world had become his home.

Another learned with wandering you don't know where you'll end up, let alone where to start. Connor wouldn’t even know if his life would ever get any better or if it was only just beginning to bloom.

Gradually his memory that served as a beacon to his past became but a rolling fog to his mind. Connor struggled to remember the tales, barely.

They were not the only thing Slipping away from his thoughts, his own name. Like wind passes through the Nothir Canyons. Despite gradual obscurity of his past, Connor could remember two things. The small, carved trinket, a gem about the size and shape of his eye.

He could swear it had an red iris and as he looked closer , electric blue pupil, despite the carved surface, whichever way it moved the “eye followed him. Ever since the Pits, it gazed his direction.

there was a strange feeling accompanying its constant stare, feeling he couldn't quite place at times Connor could swear he had heard voices in his head.

he vaguely remembered stumbling onto it. Or at least he thought he had. he couldn’t quite recall how he’d acquired it.

Connor felt the small item bounce around in his within the pocket of a rather Oversized weathered coat from the old world.

Another thought plagued him or Rather a lack of a thought An overwhelming emptiness. Silence. It tortured him like the silence of a corpse or a shadow.

What had it meant to him. The feeling, brought tears to his eyes, sadness and anger to his heart.

Connors reliability of his mind had dwindled over the years. Now, he was no longer confident of where it would lead him. thoughts bombarded him like waves crashing against cliff sides. He looked down at his feet dragged them through the mud as he continued on.

The only thoughts that plagued him now, was of wandering the near endless roads, and where he would find for his next meal.

This realization provided him with an opportunity. to learn from the people Araithè Ké , Descendants of the Ariath, Or as he would come to know as “Kindred.”

During Connors wanderings he acquired many skills., During his mind-wrenching Endeavor within the Pits he Learned was crossed with the brief value of meditation.

Unfortunately the Pits proved too unforgiving for contemplation, so his feeble efforts were abandoned. He began turning to his instincts more often.

Creating useful items out of the unconventional. This skill came in handy sometimes, when he wandered the roads he would come across traders He attempted to barter with them or make conversation

noticing his peculiar appearance occasionally a trader who would ask him what part of Andalusia he was from, Of which he could not reply. This left them rather puzzled.

Barter with him for goods in return for food and water. More often than not, Connor Was greeted with an orphans welcome by passing Guards drunk off of Shade-flow looking an easy target to toss incoherent obscenities at. Occasionally empty flasks or stones accompanied the cursing.

As the twin suns sunk into the horizon, Connor had watched pleasantly from a hill, he guessed was around a maturing age of 18 or thereabouts. Not that it mattered anyway. If not for his the timepiece on his wrist, and the seventh time since he arrived here, the weather had cycled, and as the brisk air of winter chilled him, this time much more than it should have. Connor would be lost without time. But Since the Pits, time became meaningless. His fathers old solar watch continued to tick away, the hands pointing to now meaningless marks.

It was then, Connor came across a worn and recently crippled traders wagon, a wheel of the cart had snapped in two, the barterer that stood before him, a young woman. Slender and draped in fine silks, silks that flowed about her in an alluring dance of colors as she paced, lost in concentration. as Connor looked at her, youthful in her appearance, Something inside stirred. “Lae, köhir orím?” “Milady? May I ask if you require any assistance?” The language he now spoke. Even speaking it uphe occasionally stumbled over the words.

Startled by his silent approach, the woman gasped. She spun around to face him a sharp look in her eyes “Köhir Ne, ‘ansè,” “No, my ‘young friend’, I do not,” she shot him a sharp look. As she stepped closer to the wagon, she tensed. Connor saw it in her eyes right before he caught a glimpse of a small dagger at her hip, and that she was nervously eyeing it. Her fingers were only a hairs-length away from grasping the firm hilt. For a moment Connor stood puzzled.. Then it dawned on him, that he looked rather unwelcome with his slightly tattered clothes, bruised, bleeding and muddied appearance. “No, No, m’lady—Never! You misunderstood me.”, the young Connor, quickly pointed to the wagon, “ `Ulur kath, os—,” “Your cart,I,I” , he stuttered,he was shaking like a leaf, but collected himself. “I, can mend it.” At this the woman laughed albeit skeptically, As Connor felt her eyes weighing his intentions, “The wheel, how, wanderer. The useless thing has snapped in two?!”

Connor breathed deep, “I have a knack for this kind of thing.”

now surprised the girl exclaimed, “With my goats released, as you have stolen them.”

Connor looked around bewildered, “Goats. where?! I don't see any goats, milady.” The only animal I see is the horse.” She blushed a faint violet, giggling, “A proper one of the charmers. Well, my lonesome wanderer, I must tell you this...speech as such is but a burden for my ears,”. As she saw his confusion, “Idle-speak, ‘Flirtations’ Have you not heard it before?”! . Connor became mute once again with confusion. Not knowing what to say. Silence.

She cocked her head. “You are a peculiar one.” The young woman was rather confused herself, and as she eyed his form, “Ahh, are you one of those Outsiders.” She breathed, continuing in a whisper to herself, “A Wanderer, from the Void, like the others…” in awe, her eyes widening, “I wondered, the reasoning of your Aura…”, She trailed off, as Connor looked about the cart, “Needn't concern yourself.” She added softly, confident he was longer listening.

Again that uncomfortable silence put Connor on edge, it was not to long before The girl tense again the girl uprooted an assertive tone. Focusing her attention to the boys eyes, “You may try your hand with the wheel, if it pleases you, but I not see the consequence of the folly.” Before she could continue, Connor had already broken off several branches from a nearby tree, and proceeded to test one, it flexed, but quickly snapped. he swore. He then tried several others, many followed suit to the first. The few that held up to the force he exerted on them, He put aside.

“Milady, by chance have you any rope?” He asked, “I require some to bind these together.” To his relief Trip over his tongue. She glanced somewhat shyly at him ,“Stop with your formalities and reserve it for those of higher stature, not for a mere kindred such as I.” She cast her eyes down, a hint of sadness swelled up in her Clay-Brown eyes. Connor was slightly shamed of this remark, as he rather enjoyed charming her. But seeing this reaction, he couldn't help not to cheer her. “Then, What shall one call one as beautiful as yourself?” Not even one wrong word. he asked . Trying to catch her attention, he tried again, the young woman, who, still flushed, looked up and her now oddly bloodshot eyes shone not with red but a deep violet. ,

She pulled some kind of rope from the back of her cart. “You may call me Aerys Taeohnas.

“And you, what shall I call you?’ she asked inquisitively. His Reply was short, and with a curt bow he said, “Aerys, you may call me Connor.

“So, Aerys,” the boy smirked as looked up, they briefly caught her gaze, briefly with his pale blue eyes locked with her piercing auburn ones. The girl looked at him with utmost curiosity, and Connor could feel the heat of his own face as he knelt down, knowing she was admiring him. He took hold of the many branches, and began to shape it to conform to the wheel half, taking the others and repeated the task, eventually the determined boy bound the two supports together, testing the trundles strength with his weight adding more rope when he thought it necessary.

The testing and tweaking went on for several minutes Finally, the boy wiped the beading sweat off his forehead, “This should suffice.” admiring his handiwork, He gave the wheel to her, “Would you do the honours?” Smiling she took the makeshift Item and wedged on to the wooden shaft. “Raise the cart, the axel is off a bit.” Connor tried lifting the cart,  the,was exhausted after all the walking. He tried his best to ignore the pain.jumping up, he carelessly crash back down on the path, his mind was occupied with a different idea hit him.

Connor instinctively grasped a sharp stone and tore at a a large bough and hacking away at its base. He propped another stone underneath the wagon, he then slid the thick branch in place and heaving his en ire weight on to the bare branch, lifting the cart up into the air.

Aerys grunted un attractively as she slid the wheel into place, just like wedging a guard onto a blade. She was not used to doing this sort of work at this scale. but after living with a blacksmith for a stepfather for so many years, she picked up a

Unfortunately, like most Nalutian females, Aerys had her mother’s work thrust upon her like a sack of boulders. And having been forced into taking up her mothers’ business as weaver and trader, she rarely had time to see her father further hone his craft. And the incident with the cart had become increasingly problematic on her way home, wouldn't help the least.

May the gods hold this from her sight, thought Aerys, as the image of her stern mother flashed through her head. And for that matter her fathers’ tongue too. She sighed, Thankful that someone had stopped to assist her.

As she peered at the boy, who now stood leaning up against her wagon smiling, as he breathed the fresh air into his lun smiled softly, and noticed the strange boy smile back, his bright aura wavered with a multi-colored brilliance in phase with the void. “A peculiar one.” She whispered to Zephyr, whom snickered, as she stroked his ashy mane.

The horse was allowed to graze for a long while. As Erunas Light touched the horizon, and Shone a bright red Glint of something off in the distance. as the, Aerys hitched the obsythian stallion to the cart. “Conir”, she spoke up, “Shouldn’t you be on your way?” she tilted her head. The Strange boy shook his head, and replied, in an equally strange tongue, foreign to her ears, but he quickly aapologized, and repeated in the common tongue. “I don’t have a place to go. Really the road has been my home, been hunting ever since I arrived here.” He added “And I don’t exactly know where I am anyway.” Worried, Aerys stared, at him. “Are you are really one of those Wanderers I’ve heard about?” “How have you managed surviving the nights?”

Conner looked at her, “The Nights? …not really a problem I rest when I can, and move on,. Simple as that.”

“What about the Edas, the beasts of the Rebirth? , again , The boy face showed was confused. “You know Wanderer, You seem to be Lost among the clouds, Most of Andalusia knows about The Rebirth, I'll tell you all I know of I , If you promise to join me. She hitched up the Horse to the carts do before he could answer she threw Connors bag from his back into the wagon. and began to ride off. “Hey!”