It was a dark night. No moon, cloudy night... Just what Zeko had been waiting for.<br/>He looked around one last time from his window to see where the guards were now located. He needed to know exactly where they were if he wanted to get out alive.<br/>He got up and put his clothes on, looking around to see if there's anything else he might need.<br/>Although he knew he was never coming back and wouldn't be wise to leave a note or something for his mother, he couldn't help himself. He couldn't just disappear. He sat down for another five minutes and quickly made a note on a piece of parchment.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Mother,<br/>I'm sorry you have to find out like this.<br/>I want you to know that I love you and I thank you for all the years that you've brought me up. For all the things you've done for me.<br/>I'm leaving to join Kaeden's army and start a life where I can be a part of something, be proud of something that I've done.<br/>I love you mother.<br/><br/>Love,<br/>Zeko </span><br/><br/>With that done, he walked upstairs to his mothers small room and placed the note in her hand. Without a sound he was gone and out the front door.<br/>Zeko knew he wasn't allowed to leave. Although he was only lower class, he knew enough information about the city and it's surroundings that would prove invaluable to another clan. Secrets and items that dated back thousands of years. But Zeko had no intention of saying anything to anyone. He knew Kaeden's army would accept anyone, no questions asked.<br/><br/>He made his way through the city to a trap door he made himself. The trap door was under a cart full of hay for the horses. He knew the stable keeper quite well and didn't mind that Zeko would sneak out every now and then at night to get away from the city... But this time he wasn't coming back. He looked around to make sure no one was looking and dropped down the hole, removing the ladder behind him. It would be impossible to tell how long the drop was at night so he figured it would keep him safe for at least 4 hours.<br/>As he got to the other side, he lifted up the trap door and climbed through, found the biggest boulder he could lift and put it on the door to be sealed.<br/><br/>He was out, the smell of fresh air flowing up his nose and into his lungs.<br/>It was a smell that he loved and hated. It was the smell before a coming battle, after days of marching to another clan, the Bungshee would relentlessly attack an innocent clan with no warning giving them no other choice but to ally with them. The amount of innocent blood on his hands was too much to handle, but Zeko knew he couldn't loose it now. He had to focus. With one foot in front of the other he started to walk a path that would take days to reach the end to find a new beginning.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">------------------------------</div><br/><br/>Zeko arranged his new tunic on in an outrage. He was upset they put him in a tunic and had taken his things away apart from his weapon.<br/>He brushed it off and decided that there were things he would need to sacrifice... But he'd make sure to get his stuff back regardless.<br/>Looking around, Zeko saw all sorts of people. None of which he liked the look, smell or sound of.<br/><br/>Zeko looked up as he heard "Two points, Blue!" and watched to see what was going on. He then noticed some ones head was getting close to his shoulder as they tilted their head and asked what was going on.<br/>He looked at her and took a step away as if being deterred away by a really bad smell.<br/>"Does it look like I have any idea what's going on?"<br/>With that he continued to watch what looked like a fighting arena.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"> Great, more senseless violence....</span>