After the death of his brothers, Zeno decides to leave the Castle Hiryuu, as everyone begins to notice that his appearance remains the same as many years pass. He traveled for a long time, until his fate led him to Middle Earth. And on an adventure...
"Human often meets his destiny on the road he chose to avoid it."
Fontenel, 1657-1757, French writer
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Zeno touched the ship's handrail and ignored the crystal clear waters of the sea. The soft light of the stars swept over her surface like diamonds, her cool scent and the silence of her tranquility helped him to clear his mind from negative thoughts.
To forget his pain.
Hide from the shadows of his past.
He pulled his mantle enough to look at the pendant hanging around his neck. He touched it unconsciously and scanned the dragon in the center of the disk with his fingers. Every time he felt surrendered to the insanity of his own life, the warmth of King Hiryuu's pendant managed to bring him to a mental state of balance.
He smiled gently.
It was only two days since he left the Awa. At dawn he would reach his destination. And the new beginning promised.
Influenced by the emotional intensity of the moment, he removed from his bag a flute with a silky red ribbon tied at the end and began to play a beautiful but melancholic rhythm.
When the music ended, he closed his eyes and left a sigh of relief. He looked at the flute one last time, before putting it back in its place.
He had made it out of the best bamboo of the Kouka's Kingdom. It was his gift for Abi's birthday. He knew his brother's love for poetry and his desire to play his works, so a flute was the perfect choice. However, he never managed to give it to him.
Refusing to succumb once more to his guilt, he immediately wiped the tears from his eyes before they rolled over his face.
"No, Zeno, there is no reason to cry, you will not have anything to do with tears and self-esteem, it is time to go ahead and rebuild your life ..."
"Very beautiful music, but I can see a bit of sadness in the rhythm, Mr. Zeno."
Zeno's eyes widened to the sound of the familiar male voice that suddenly broke off his thoughts.
He slowly turned and saw Gandalf stand beside him on the railing with an enigmatic expression. Like knowing something he did not know. However, Zeno decided to behave naturally.
"Good evening, Gandalf-dono, I did not expect you to be awake at this time."
"Indeed, good evening, Mr Zeno, I could say the same for you."
