Post by TJ on Feb 20, 2009 20:02:54 GMT -5
The figure sat on the curb of one of the potting areas, swinging his legs back and forth as he looked into the rising sun. It was quite early in the morning; perhaps seven thirty. The boy was never much of a morning person, but in the recent days the boy had learned to appreciate the early morning, where silence was bliss, and he had time to hear himself. Although he loved the busy activity in the prestigious university, it was always nice to just settle and to really collect his thoughts.
He had changed not only physically, but as a person. Although he was still Torrid Nightshadow, his personality had changed from that young, popular, flamboyant boy into an older, more reserved, and thoughtful young man who's wizarding skills were beginning to flourish.
He was finding that he was more powerful in his will to do things, and the power to execute his will. He was balancing his new power with his family life in shreds, and his recent arrival to the university.
It was nice to be with his friends, to catch up and talk. But Firefox was less of a class for learning, and more of a equipment for opposing war. In the recent events, students and wizards alike began taking sides with the unbalance that the society was promoting. Student rebellions, anti-student rebellions, the Shadow Society, the Angelus Morti, the Iberian government, the Block Forest Church, and the outcasts, like the lycans, vampires, and other supernatural forces. The teenager was unsure of who he was to side with, and frankly, he was confused who was truly right.
The morning was going to turn out to be a beautiful day, from what he predicted, but he could be wrong. The boy turned around and ran his hand through the earthy soil, looking at the budding flowers. In the greenhouse, no matter what the weather, the flowers could grow and flourish. That was how he wanted to be. Standing firm regardless of the weather or incidents that came his way.