Soulstrings

2. CV

My name is Cameron Verille. I'm fifteen years old, male, a human and I'm Searching for my Soulstring. That's all I really know about myself.

The second light from Petina's Inn flickered above the horizon, Cameron heaved a heavy sigh of relief. Despite feeling as if he was on the verge of collapsing upon the Path, he quickened his pace, willing his legs to go faster, even if it was for a little bit. If he could just get to the inn, he would be safe for the night. The longer he stayed on the Path, the more he feared that a Spirit were to spot him.

Cameron reached for that inner feeling of fear, a ring of gray Feiron appearing at his feet. He shot down the road with an explosion of speed. But with his level of exhaustion, it quickly died down. He didn't care. His feet was already at the entrance gate of the inn. His hand leaned onto the wooden stilt support of the inn, taking in deep breaths to slow his heart down. He quickly climbed the stairs, his muscles aching by the time he reached the terrace. The door was now in sight and Cameron rushed over to it. With tired fingers, he pushed on the handle, and the door creaked open.

CV

"Cheers!"

The merry sound of the tavern flared in Cameron's ears, accompanied by bright lanterns that completely caught him off guard. His eyes squinted, attempting to adjust to the change in lighting. His ears felt numb after walking in silence for days to suddenly hear whooping and yelling filling every corner of his surroundings. People were up and about eating meals and sharing drinks as if they didn't have a care in the world.

Cameron didn't really have the energy to do so. His eyes landed on a lone free table in the corner of the tavern. He dragged his feet along the planks. Upon reaching the chair, his knees buckled and he slumped onto the wood. Relief flooded his legs and lower back, freeing them from long hours of continuous tension.

A waitress dropped by at the table. Cameron's stomach growled at the mere mention of food, and it surprised him how long it took him to notice the smell of baked potatoes in the room. That caught his interest. That, and some roasted chicken with a glass of water.

As the waitress left, Cameron pulled his head back, his skull tapping the chair's frame a little harder than he intended it to, sending the chair rocking backwards slightly. Cameron ran some basic facts through his head. His name, age, gender, what he was supposed to be doing.

There was something else.

He knew it was a feeble attempt, but he tried anyway. Concentrating, Cameron tried thinking back to a time in his childhood.

There was when he played with some of the other kids in the orphanage. There was one time when Alison gave him a bit of a lecture when she felt that Cameron was being a tad too self centered. He remembered the feast almost two years ago, and how he and his friends enjoyed clamoring over the food.

Then he hit a blank. A brick wall in his memory. There was nothing for him to tap into past that two year mark. Cameron sighed. "Still no luck, huh?"

He sat upright, hands reaching for one of the pouches clipped onto his belt. He brought out an empty glass vial, setting it on the table. Cameron held out his palm and closed his eyes. He thought of the time when he trusted Alison with a secret, just a little one, on how he was planning a little game for Nathan. It was a small deal, but Cameron could still recall how much he trusted the older women.

Droplets of bright emerald rose up from his hands. Cameron felt the energy surge through his palm and leaving him, Forming the Fragments he might need to use later on. Satisfied that he had created enough, he popped his eyes open. With a wave of his fingers, the droplets followed his movements rhythmically. He picked up the vial and pulled out the cork. The droplets found their way in, and Cameron sealed the mouth shut.