Topic: Rebirth

Grayson Hawkmoon

Date: 2007-12-27 18:18 EST
It had been a long time since he had set foot in the Red Dragon Inn. A very, very long time - longer than most of the people who seemed to inhabit it now had been alive. Longer than their grandparents had been alive, or even before then. He almost found that hard to believe....that so much time had passed. It was almost unbelievable.

Then again, who would believe how old he was, if they were told?

Sometimes life was simply impossible....or at least it tried to be. The world could be very convoluted, but it never stopped him from continuing his journeys. So much walking....for so very, very long...

He missed his family.....Rose....Morgan....they were long gone...

Gray had always hoped somehow that Morgan had made it through the hell that had been the last time they had seen each other. They had been betrayed, and been separated in the carnage of the melee that followed.

That was when he lost RhyDin....he had thought forever.

It appeared, however, that the Great Balance was not done with him....or at least not yet. All he had begged for, for so very, very long was a chance to rest. To finally end his post, and pass the role on to another soul.

But that was not the way things had apparently been meant to be.

When Gray had woken a few mornings ago, he had found himself on the road leading up to the Inn. He knew that road, even after all those years, and he realized that he was back in RhyDin. How much time had passed, he wasn't sure, but he knew inside that Rose was gone.

The Balance had at least done him the courtesy of knowing that.

Things had changed so much, and his eyes had wandered over the new crowds - crowds of people who seemed so different from the friends he had long-since left behind. Still, Py was here, and his old friend had made it quite clear there was a reason that Gray was there - that a favor had been asked of the Balance, and his path had, as it had been so many times before, been changed.

He would make the best of what he had been given, just as he had last time, and once again he would live a life. He hoped it would be as happy as the one he had left, but only Time would give him that answer. Finally finding himself beneath a tree, he had settled underneath its branches, the leaves providing shade from the sun. As he let himself fall asleep, staff by his hand, he smiled.

He would once again make his life worth living.