<span style="color: #FF80FF">The sun had risen higher into the sky by the time Simon made his way to him father's home. It was a small cabin like home settled just on the edge of the forest. He could remember playing here when he was younger with his siblings, but now the place looked sad and lonely. <br/><br/>He knocked on the door before quietly pushing it open and stepping inside. It was dark in the cabin compared to outside so it took a few moments before Simon's eyes adjusted, when they did he could make out the outline of his father sitting in front of the window with a full view of the trees and plants that grew this close to the town. After his mother passed a few years ago, his father had become a shell of what he had been. He spent most of his time in the house, lost in the past. Simon found the key hanging on the peg in the kitchen and placed the cord around his neck, the heavy key fell against his chest. Before he left, the young satyr sent a look at his father, but it was not returned.<br/><br/>His hooves sent plumes of dust into the air as he walked down the path, he stepped around places where the vegetation had taken over. Simon could feel the pull of the gate before he could see it. The key around his neck suddenly felt like it was pulling for the gate to which it would unlock part of. By now this should have been a familiar feeling, but it always made Simon feel uneasy.</span>