The sun rose high over the mountains, long shadows streched out across the valley. He love it here, every little detail. How the fog would gather around the lake, early in the morning, creaping through the dense woods surounding it. slowly riseing to join its cousins in the sky. Some days he would wake up early just to feel the dew settle around him as he sat on this "porch". Like most of the cliff side, it was covered in large vines twisting around like a pit of snakes in a constant dance. A thick, rich green, moss covered the floor and walls. His home was an intrecate system of small caves that converged in a great cavern. This was were he would hide when the pressures of life started getting to him. Here, over looking his own personal oasis, nothing could reach him. A few times he's thought about bringing someone here. Let them see just how magnificent it really is. He almost asked Z once, but in the end he decided to keep this place for himself. Anyone else would just complecate it. They wouldn't be able to aprecate how the limbs of the trees would sway together in the crisp breeze coming down the mountains. How the stag would prance about defending his territor from the younger bucks, or how in spring time the whole valley would fill with the sweet smell of, bologna?
"what the...?!", Cross exclaimed as he jerked awake. Takeing a moment to let his eyes focus to his suroundings, he found himself lying in an eight by ten cell. As reallity came flooding back, he recalled the events of the last several hours. how security had come and, as they escorted him out the meusim, the smirk on that smug doorman's face. How that neferious bastard took a simple vow of unyeilding wraith and vengence, as a personal threat and had him arested on the spot. He wasn't that worried though, the cops never keep the homeless for more than a day. Most, feelling sorry for them, give them something to eat before sending them back to the street. The stale sandwitch sitting on the bench ment they were ready to set him free.
It was late now, not that it really mattered much, just something that crossed his mind as he walked down the street. A lot of things have crossed his mind over the past year. A lot of things he's had to accept. Some little things, like how it is impossible to get anything without money. How it is almost impossible to get a job without valid identifaction. And, as crazy as it sounds, you can't get a valid I.D. without first having some form of valid I.D. You need a birth certificate to proof you were born. Your standing right in front of them!
A small smile spread across his face as he walked past the park that had been hid home for the last week. No, he thought, not his home. Home was a place were your friends were close by. Were you belong.
It was time to move on now.
As he made his way up the exit ramp, his mind wondered back to the Order. The Old man inpaticular. No matter how much was going on, or how busy he was, he always took the time to come down to the gardends and listen to him. Or tell some insanly funny story that would make him feel better, and show him how things always seemed work out on their own. Cross wondered if anyone else knew what a great sence of humor the Scion really had. He thought about the others too. How Z would hide the fact that she smoked from everyone, traveling lightyears away for a few puffs. But would always let him bum a cigarette, from her. How Graham would always talk ahead of the conversation.
He missed it. The non stop action, the crazy adventures. The fact that at any given moment some world shattering event could take place. He liked being part of something, important.
He stoped there for a moment, under the street sign. He knew sooner or latter that he would find whatever he was looking for. Looking up he read the sign," Amsterdam 200 kilometers. Heh, why not? Couldn't be any worse than the last time" laughing, he continued down the road.
