cavalieredraghi
2016-07-15, 07:42 PM
Stars twinkle and glow as darkness embraces the world. It is told in stories of old that all the stars in the night sky are the lights of all past, current, and future heroes and the blackness that surrounds them are the monsters they face in their lives. But stories are usually far from the truth of real life. Usually.... You may have heard of such stories in the past, but that has mattered little, for now you are training to become such heroes as those of old.
However such stories seem to enter your mind at times like these in the City of Vale. These quiet moments as the streets lay bare. A slight breeze floats through shuffle the few new papers, enacting a mystical long forgotten dance, or simple paper blowing through the wind to a cynic. You see this as the lights of the wide reaching walls shield you from that breezes chilly touch. The windows clear and clean as you sit before them waiting for some allotted hour. A few bags and luggage placed around you as you await for a thundering shrill of sound, a high pitched whistle signaling the train's arrival into the station.
You all sit near or around one another able to see one another though you may or may not be familiar with one another. You are the only ones there at this witching hour in the station. Hoping beyond hope that you will be early for your arrival to Beacon in the following days.
However such stories seem to enter your mind at times like these in the City of Vale. These quiet moments as the streets lay bare. A slight breeze floats through shuffle the few new papers, enacting a mystical long forgotten dance, or simple paper blowing through the wind to a cynic. You see this as the lights of the wide reaching walls shield you from that breezes chilly touch. The windows clear and clean as you sit before them waiting for some allotted hour. A few bags and luggage placed around you as you await for a thundering shrill of sound, a high pitched whistle signaling the train's arrival into the station.
You all sit near or around one another able to see one another though you may or may not be familiar with one another. You are the only ones there at this witching hour in the station. Hoping beyond hope that you will be early for your arrival to Beacon in the following days.