Post by Sethius Aiden Black on Dec 20, 2012 20:40:16 GMT -5
His day had started early, from the moment he woke to the moment he traveled out. The sun hadn't even rose and the birds that were around, were not even awake yet in the trees. Such green trees they were. So much more greener than the trees outside the walls of the prison where smog, technology, and decay took over the civilizations outside. Yes sadly the people the in prison were probably more healthy, stronger, and more adapted to their lives than those on the outside. Even he was healthier since being their himself. The boy found sadly prison to be more of a Eden then whatever he could of found outside the walls. However, even the inside had its problems too, it's own inner corruptions and dark evil. Yet nothing as bad as probably was on the outside, not even close. Sure ways on the inside were much more simple and survival was harder, it wasn't as bad as he originally had thought it would of been when he had first been dropped inside on the charge of being a gifted, yeah a gifted. Charged with being to dangerous to be in public.
Sethius Black was only thirteen years old. Cast into the prison only months back by the authorities. Since then he had learned the ins and outs of the prison. Who was okay to talk to and who was not okay. In the first few weeks he had almost gotten his head cut off for mouthing off to people inside, but he learned very quickly that was not the way to go inside the walls. It was a wide expanse, covering what used to be a state called New York, now prison. It was a whole new world for him to get used to without his family to love and cherish him. With his luck, his family might of been brainwashed to think that they never had Seth. A sad tragedy for him if that was the case. Yet he never gave up hope that he would see them again one day. That he'd find a way out of the mess he got in. No person like him or any other innocent deserved to be in there. Sure the hard criminals did, but not someone like him. The worst thing was, a hard criminal sat sadistically on the top of the heap and ruled over the prison with an iron bloodthirsty fist.
It was almost repulsive to think about in all honesty. That's why he was out and about this particular day. He was going to the tower. The place that most fear that have been their long enough and forbidden to tread. He was going to look for potentials. People who had the same ideals as he did. That and he was one to help in those that were kind and didn't deserve to be their either. He'd become their guide, there hope in surviving the world that they'd be thrust into. No one else did it unless they saw profit in the people that came in. Otherwise the person coming in would be just food for the fodder of the wilds. Maybe it was because he was a kind kid, maybe it was because he was ambitious, maybe it was just because he had hope where no one else did. It was the least he could do. The last thing that was needed was a reason for another person becoming victim to the beasts that resided in the deep thick trees. It was something that had almost happened to him the day he arrived on the platform at the top of the tower after he came down.
It was something he never thought about or talked about to anyone ever. He was too scared to, having nightmares about it every night since the incident. Yet something made him stand strong even if he was scared. Even as he made his way to the tower he was terrified and cautious, having a sword on hilt, a bow on back, and a dagger on his side. He was geared to the teeth with stuff to protect himself with. Torch in hand he made his way through the trees that surrounded the tower. It was secluded and away from any civilization around. It isn't quite a days journey to get their either. So he had to sleep under the stars the night before with a fire pit burning next to him. The reason he walked was because he had rode his horse a good portion of the distance and the thing was getting tired as were his loins area, which he rubbed indubitably a lot to get the circulation back into. With a heavy sigh he had pat his horse on the flank of his neck and pulled out a cube with his other hand to feed the weary thing. Seth's horse was a golden color with a light gold mane. A cross breed between a Palomino, Lipizzaner, Arabian, and Tennessee Walker.
He wouldn't give the horse if his life depended upon it. The thing was smart as a human he swore. The boy had saved it from a slave trade and had raised it since. Even then the horse seemed to understand the boy and the boy seemed to understand it so they never separated. As they came upon the clearing that lead out tot he tower he slowed his horse with a "whoa" and stopped himself at the edge of the forest. There he would wait until he could judge the arrivals. This was only his second or third attempt at getting people, but the last two or so groups that came in while he was there were a bust. Seth hoped this time would come out fruitful. Otherwise he'd be going back home empty handed again. Patting his horse Solaris again he watched the tower with intent, waiting for the ships that would fly over to make their drops. Leaning against the horses flank he sighed again out of tiredness. It probably would be closer to mid day by then, but he had patience to wait that long.
Sethius Black was only thirteen years old. Cast into the prison only months back by the authorities. Since then he had learned the ins and outs of the prison. Who was okay to talk to and who was not okay. In the first few weeks he had almost gotten his head cut off for mouthing off to people inside, but he learned very quickly that was not the way to go inside the walls. It was a wide expanse, covering what used to be a state called New York, now prison. It was a whole new world for him to get used to without his family to love and cherish him. With his luck, his family might of been brainwashed to think that they never had Seth. A sad tragedy for him if that was the case. Yet he never gave up hope that he would see them again one day. That he'd find a way out of the mess he got in. No person like him or any other innocent deserved to be in there. Sure the hard criminals did, but not someone like him. The worst thing was, a hard criminal sat sadistically on the top of the heap and ruled over the prison with an iron bloodthirsty fist.
It was almost repulsive to think about in all honesty. That's why he was out and about this particular day. He was going to the tower. The place that most fear that have been their long enough and forbidden to tread. He was going to look for potentials. People who had the same ideals as he did. That and he was one to help in those that were kind and didn't deserve to be their either. He'd become their guide, there hope in surviving the world that they'd be thrust into. No one else did it unless they saw profit in the people that came in. Otherwise the person coming in would be just food for the fodder of the wilds. Maybe it was because he was a kind kid, maybe it was because he was ambitious, maybe it was just because he had hope where no one else did. It was the least he could do. The last thing that was needed was a reason for another person becoming victim to the beasts that resided in the deep thick trees. It was something that had almost happened to him the day he arrived on the platform at the top of the tower after he came down.
It was something he never thought about or talked about to anyone ever. He was too scared to, having nightmares about it every night since the incident. Yet something made him stand strong even if he was scared. Even as he made his way to the tower he was terrified and cautious, having a sword on hilt, a bow on back, and a dagger on his side. He was geared to the teeth with stuff to protect himself with. Torch in hand he made his way through the trees that surrounded the tower. It was secluded and away from any civilization around. It isn't quite a days journey to get their either. So he had to sleep under the stars the night before with a fire pit burning next to him. The reason he walked was because he had rode his horse a good portion of the distance and the thing was getting tired as were his loins area, which he rubbed indubitably a lot to get the circulation back into. With a heavy sigh he had pat his horse on the flank of his neck and pulled out a cube with his other hand to feed the weary thing. Seth's horse was a golden color with a light gold mane. A cross breed between a Palomino, Lipizzaner, Arabian, and Tennessee Walker.
He wouldn't give the horse if his life depended upon it. The thing was smart as a human he swore. The boy had saved it from a slave trade and had raised it since. Even then the horse seemed to understand the boy and the boy seemed to understand it so they never separated. As they came upon the clearing that lead out tot he tower he slowed his horse with a "whoa" and stopped himself at the edge of the forest. There he would wait until he could judge the arrivals. This was only his second or third attempt at getting people, but the last two or so groups that came in while he was there were a bust. Seth hoped this time would come out fruitful. Otherwise he'd be going back home empty handed again. Patting his horse Solaris again he watched the tower with intent, waiting for the ships that would fly over to make their drops. Leaning against the horses flank he sighed again out of tiredness. It probably would be closer to mid day by then, but he had patience to wait that long.