[[ OOC: Put you out of business? No way. =P ]]<br/><br/>Vangelos wiped away his tear stained face with his sleeve, as he tried to calm himself. He was surprised at himself, for it was known to him that death is a natural occurrence that happens to all creatures. There's no cure nor is there any way of escaping it. So why was he crying, he knew that his master, Adriel, wouldn't be by his side forever. As he pondered over the though, Vangelos came to the conclusion that even if your prepared for death it doesn't mean your prepared for the despair and pain that comes with it. Adriel was like a father to him, in fact in many ways he was. . . And now the only family he had left had been stolen from him.<br/>Vangelos' blurred vision soon cleared as his eyes began to adjust, though he couldn't make himself look at Adriel's corpse. Part of him wished it was all a dream-a mistake that would soon vanish. That it was not Adriel's charred corpse that remained but someone else'. However, the broken fragments of his home demolished such reasoning, and he was left with the bitter truth.<br/>He was alone.<br/><br/>. . .<br/><br/>Gritting his teeth, Vangelos pressed on towards the horizon. He moved quickly for someone walking, his pace unending as he followed a trail of shallow footprints. A pack of supplies and food was hoisted on his back. As the cool wind blew, his tattered cloak fluttered softly in the wind, almost seeming to look as though some hidden creature was trying to pull it from off of him. Vangelos felt like an actor caught up in a devastating tragedy, one he had not rehearsed for, one for which he had not prepared. He wished he had a script to follow. As he continued along, Vangelos looked back one last time at the only home he had ever known before heading into the great depths of the burning city.<br/><br/>There by the ruined cottage, lay a mound of sand with several desert flowers weighted atop of it. They blew softly in the wind as if trying to whisper a final word.