Just outside the port of Meridia sat the Leviathan. Theos sat in his quarters, door shut, scribbling away in his Captain’s Log. His days went from somewhat uneventful—the same old same old to full of life and adventure. Being a Fanalis never brought much direction in the way of direction like most people, however one way or another Theos continued to find new avenues on his journey. Everything from losing a leg to helping save a nation; truly many things have been accomplished by the young fanalis in a somewhat short amount of time. He sighed with a smile while rubbing his prosthetic leg. “That close to achieving a major goal in my journey, yet just as far away.” Theos murmured to himself.
A single golden butterfly broke his recollections causing his eyes to drift. Just as they did a slight breeze of wind blew through the cabin. “Come in.” He said as a knock rang through the small room. After no answer or motion if the door Theos slid back his chair from the small desk. Strangely when he opened the door, no one was there.
A single golden butterfly broke his recollections causing his eyes to drift. Just as they did a slight breeze of wind blew through the cabin. “Come in.” He said as a knock rang through the small room. After no answer or motion if the door Theos slid back his chair from the small desk. Strangely when he opened the door, no one was there.