Post by seawright on Aug 13, 2009 15:16:21 GMT -5
It was a cloudy afternoon, with slight humidity accumulating a cloudy sheet of fog on the coach’s windowpanes. The sun hid behind the thin fog, the light faintly peeking through the odorless miasma. Jordan Seawright was taking in the surroundings of Spain as he carelessly stared out the window.
Coming to Madrid was his new window of opportunity as he would be studying for a new term at the prestigious Firefox University. His parents were feeling a little uncomfortable with Jordan attending a school with such harsh surroundings, but the teen convinced them that he was ready. The boy – currently sixteen - had already developed advanced magical abilities and quirks that made him into a formidable foe.
The relatively empty cabin was composed of faded red vinyl seats and wooden panes that surrounded the coach. A full-body glass window separated the cabin compartment from the train’s hallway. It was darker than comfortable because of the sensitive weather, but the air was clean and smelled like vintage cherry wood, unusual for the Spanish country.
On one row of seats sat Jordan’s luggage and pet owl, Rhyenr, while on the opposing seats sat Jordan in a charcoal pinstripe jacket and a pair of black jeans. Jordan stared out into the dilapidated countryside, feeling a thud against his chest as he stared out into the once-familiar surroundings. Somehow, in Spain, Jordan felt… different. He felt stronger and more motivated. He, for an unknown reason, felt a purpose for his life.
The boy had been struggling with depression for the past several years. It never cause him to be shy or anti-social, but he was constantly questioning his meaning in life. He wanted to know what there was to life.
I mean, scientifically, what differentiated him from a rock? He was made up of the same chemical components. What was a spirit? What was a soul? What was the purpose of a homo sapien’s life? What was life? Nobody could answer these questions, and he never found a solid reason for waking up, swinging his feet off his bed, placing them on the ground, and standing up to start his day. What caused a mortal, or being for that matter, to go on with their day. Was it ignorance? Was it a lack of thought? Or was there truly a purpose in life?
Coming to Spain had given Jordan an objective to achieve. He wanted to find the reason why his biological parents had left him. What was their purpose? And what kind of people were they? Jordan needed to know these answers, even if it was only a tiny hint on what and who he truly was. He was desperate for answers.
Jordan’s adopted parents, both wizards, told him that he was meant for something ‘special’. But what was he meant for? Finally he had a lead on where to look. He found a temporary purpose to keep on living. To find the truth about his identity.[/ul]
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