Foran looked down at his hands, then up at the roof of the dark building, the light of his torch had long gone out and now he stood in complete darkness. His skin had a slight tingle and he groaned at the sudden hunger he felt. Dawn has left an impression on him before she left. He hadn't said a word while she was talking but one thing she said above all else stuck more than anything else.<br/><br/>“Is she just some druid girl, to you?” He repeated and shivered. He hadn't though those words would have the most impact to him. Who was this druid girl to him? Standing up now he looked around the child like room he was in. She was a child compared to him. She was young, she learned to quickly the evils of the world.<br/><br/>Turning around and now in the living room looking at the building, shes also the leader of this group, as much as he wanted to say otherwise. Dorian or himself or even Ashy were better leaders. She is the one that all of this revolves around. Finally he looked out into the fire he had made, still burning strong and saw the image of a golden bird glowing on a roof top, not an aviari, but just a bird. Blinking it was gone.<br/><br/>That's right. The druid girl was also a monster, a human who cared nothing for him, she was a scum that killed everything he loved or cared for. She was simple a means to and end, a flag to mark his revenge. Looking between the child’s room and the burning fire he wanted so badly to feel something. He wanted this all to end, maybe if he had just let the general shoot him, break his head apart and have him die in the arms of a bird.<br/><br/>Looking off into the empty space of the room leaning back against the wall and slowly sliding down to the ground looking back into the darkness of the roof. Thinking about all the things<br/><br/>“The queen my lord is dead. She should have died hereafter, there would have been time for such a word. Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace form day to day, to the last syllable of recorded time. Life is but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets for his last hour upon stage and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by a human, full of sound and anger but signifying nothing.” The book he read once upon a time came to mind and he spoke the lines from memory leaving out a few lines but keeping mostly to the lines he remembered the most.<br/><br/>“Funny thing” He muttered and looked back out into the fire “It seems no one can escape the life of unfeeling” Taking a sheet from the bed, a black cloth, maybe linen or something of the sort. Tucking it under his shoulder pad and wearing it like a cape or hood less cloak.<br/><br/>"Paint it up black and red<br/>Black and red<br/>Black and red<br/><br/>Paint it up black and red<br/>My fair lady..."<br/>"Burn it to ash and soot<br/>Ash and soot<br/>Ash and soot<br/><br/>Burn it to ash and soot<br/>My fair lady..."<br/><br/>"Time to bleed 'em dry<br/>Bleed 'em dry<br/>Bleed 'em dry<br/><br/>Time to bleed 'em dry<br/>My fair lady..."<br/><br/>Foran's eyes went wide and he cringed and walked out by the fire looking around with wild eyes before recklessly moving forward into the town. No thoughts crossed his mind or he would have realized how retarded he was acting.<br/><br/>But he moved deeper into the city trying to find the girl, no one else was going to die, he just had a sense he needed to help someone and was acting on it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>