Some time ago, 2006
What seems a man stands on the cliff, staring out into the sea. His large, strange silhouette against the backdrop of the violent waves, crashing off the rocks below.
His eyes never really focus, his thoughts a million miles away.
For it was a strange night.
The clouds never lingering, hurried along by the impatient wind. Sheets of rain battering off the waves, like hundreds of tiny footsteps.
It was odd.
Normally the camp was nestled in sunlight, but for the first time that Chiron could remember, the valley so many had called to for home and safety was exposed, unprotected.
It was unlike the shield to let in such fierce elements.
But it was a night like no other, after all.
A large wave swells and smashes against the rocks, bringing the strange man out of his daydreams. He steadies himself, and turns back to face the camp where he had lived for so long. He should get back.
Shouldn't he?
The urge to stand there, to let his legs rest there eternally, was overwhelming.
A life too long can do that to a person. Or, a centaur, in this case.
He wished to stand there forever, to watch the rock around him erode into the sea. To see the ever-changing cityscape across the water evolve, to simply just be.
But there was no time for such indulgent fantasies of peace, he had to move on.
"Perhaps one day." The centaur whispers to the sea.
The sea doesn't seem to say anything back. Of course, this would be the perfect time to interject that although the sea didn't say anything back, it waved. Which would be toe-curlingly bad. So we will not! We will move on!
He turns his back to the sea, and with a heavy heart, makes his way back to camp.
