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Are We Ever Alone"Camille." he said softly, just barely breaking the nigh tangible veil of quiet. "It has been too long." Toc Darkoné stood atop the Mystran Palace looking out across the expanse of the only world he had known for the last year. Soon there would be little left of the School and it's faculty... and especially the Majestic 13. Word had spread to the majority of the student body of what it's principal, a one Darius Solomon planned on using it's 'best and brightest' for. Now, riots were breaking out all over the Campus and soon the Uprising would come to a full head. Toc didn't intend on being much of a part of the Uprising but the more he thought about it the more it appealed to him to see Solomon’s head on a pike... "Toc, what are you doing?" came an all to familiar voice from behind him. Toc didn't even turn to look at Camille, he merely continued to look out upon Inusaka High from his solemn viewpoint. "Attempting to make sense of an all too senseless world." She walked up beside him and looked over the ledge herself. "It's started, you know." "Yes. It is almost over as well." He pointed his staff to a small column of smoke slowly rising from the north. "That was the Iolus House. They destroyed it themselves, hoping to keep the tomes their - held from otherwise unworthy hands." He said, and looked down at her to gauge her response. "I can understand why. But not why you are here." She said, looking back at him. "I am leaving. There is no reason for me to stay. It seems there was no reason for me to come in the first place even. I feel something calling me." He said looking away, and up at the cloud covered sky. "Where will you go? Is there nothing here that holds any promise.." "No promise that is not easily broken." He interrupted, looking back staring her straight in the eye. "There is nothing that can hold me here, Camille, nothing or no one. I know how you feel. I cannot say that I reflect those feelings now. At one time, maybe, but not now. Loyalty is something that I cannot risk to anyone but my self." Camille stepped back from Toc slowly, his words colder than any of his magics. "I would say I am sorry, but it would be a lie. The Truth, Camille, is a cold... but powerful thing. Remember that. Perhaps some time in the future we will see each other again. Perhaps then things will have changed enough for me to make amends. Perhaps by then it will be too late. Read your cards. See what they say, then we will see how powerful they are." A single tear rolled down her cheek. A chill breeze caressed her face, drying the tear, just before Toc leapt from the ledge without a moment's hesitation. Camille rushed over to the roof's edge just in time to see the White haired boy run off into a quickly rising fog... "Perhaps.." She said quietly into the night. "I am truly sorry now, I spoke only what I felt... or in that case what I did not feel. Yet all in all I do not regret what I did. In the end There would have been nothing that would have kept me from leaving and I fear that if you had come with me then he would have...you would have ended up dead." Toc stood, looking at Camille, with feelings stirring in his ice cold heart that hadn't so much as pulsed in years. None of which he did anything to stop. "Why, Toc? Why would I have ended up dead? And what happened to you that you changed so?" Camille reached out and took Toc's hand. "I would rather not say. Suffice it to say that the... Two years following my abandonment I learned that I had been doing things all wrong. The Magic I was using and attempting to use was not fueled by mere thought... but by Emotions. The one thing that I thought I had to rid myself of in order to gain the power I sought. The process that led me to this breakthrough though was nothing less than the halls of hell themselves and then some... and the company thereof was far less than adequate. That is why I am glad I left you behind. I feel that no matter what I could have done... that experience would have found me no matter what." Again a blanket of silence filled the room as the two stared into each others eyes. Toc searching for hope. Camille searching for truth. Again it was Toc who broke the silence. "So, is it too late?" "What?" Camille replied, slightly puzzled. "Too late for What?" "For me to make amends." Toc said, a faint smile on his lips. "Camille, I could say that I had no friends back at the School. Or I could say that I had quite a few. There was Devyn, always tolerant when I was over the edge and helpful when he needed to be. Then there was Ravenna, always there no matter what and the Mystrans only true leader. Raven, quiet but never unpleasant. Maybe I could even mention Grishum, but won't. Then there was you. The only one who actually ever attempted to befriend me. Helpful. Supportive. So much I took for granted. So much..." Camille softly silenced him by putting her hand to his mouth, his breath cool as the breeze that had at one time accompanied him. And once again, Silence filled the Cabin, this time uninterrupted... |
