There was a brisk chill in the air despite the warmness and lengthening of the days, his already messy black hair waved in the wind and he stared at the dirt road for more than a few seconds. Actually he had barely made it away from home before he stopped. He wondered slightly what he was doing and why he was doing, he supposed he felt it was every child's duty to follow in the footsteps of their family. Its what brought pride to the family. Pride, that was a funny concept to be thinking about right before he was going to take the exams. He wondered if he'd find anything in the exams. He took his hands out of his baggy hoody sweater for a second.<br/><br/>He stared at his long, black animal like nails for a second. Then decided that he should probably get a move on before he's late. As he continued to walking the only thing in his mind was "why". Why was he doing this? Who was he doing this for? His parents of course. His supposed parents. But shouldn't anything worth doing, doing for yourself? Or was that a selfish thought? His mind shouldn't be riddle like this before the exams. It made him nervous, it made him anxious and he didn't like that sticky feeling in the gut. This nervousness felt like a heavy meal sitting inside the gut for a long time.<br/><br/>He lifted up his hoody once, despite the chilly wind it was still pretty warm outside. Not many knew that he wore a simple black t-shirt under his hoody. He prefered to hide. He could talk, he could come out of his shell. It was just a hard thing to do when you become comfortable in your shell. There is warmth in your shell and when you come out early, your skin is freshly brazened by cold wind like this. As he continued to walked he took a few moments to stop, the lingering questions before still stung and held loosely onto his concious thoughts. He finally found himself in the noted location, it should be the noted location. He was rather good with maps, but this felt more like an empty plain of emptiness than anything.<br/><br/>A sharp turned void, abyss. But there was a man sitting on top of a rock, that reassured that this was the spot. Yet, he didn't like the feeling of being the first here. He swallowed his spit however and walked closer to where the old man was sitting. He stared at the forest behind the man, it was dark and gleaming like staring into the eyes of hell before entering into your journey through the inferno. He clenched his hands inside his pockets and then unclenched them. It seemed to be the only thing preoccupying his mind as he waited for the others.