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[h3]Chapter 1 | [color=LemonChiffon]A New Horizon[/color][/h3]

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Tobu lost himself in thought. Time flowed like cement as his mind wandered on subjects that he dare not speak of out loud. He found Yala, the dark skinned Ansharin woman who painted him beautiful. In truth, he found many Ansharin woman beautiful, but it seemed that his Akit'r status distracted him from trying to approach any. By no means was Tobu afraid, or nervous, in fact, Tobu was very comfortable around woman, it was the other way around in fact. Many Ansharin woman, just like men, revered the Akit'r, his mere presence made it difficult for them to speak with him. Tobu tried to change it, but it was difficult when such a last name was attached to his soul.

Smiling at Yala, he attempted to make her feel comfortable, although she seemed  just so, even giving him judgmental looks, which he returned with knowing looks of his own. He was apologetic, but would rather not have interrupted her song. Closing his eyes, he allowed the sound of her music to carry him away, and focused of the feeling of the brush tickling his skin. 

Despite the fact that the world was now black under his eyelids, he could still feel the piercing gaze of another. And he could hear clearly the whispering words of all those around him, a curse and a blessing. Tobu lifted his dreads up off his back so Yala could easily paint it, but his mind wandered. Almost instantly, the words of Kwelek spurred him out of his dreamlike state. 

Slowly opening his eyes, which held wisdom beyond thier years, he gazed at Kwelek and Jannali. For a few seconds, he presence became ominous, it was as if a thick blanket settled upon them all. But as quickly as it appeared, it disappeared, replaced with a light, airy atmosphere and a smile.

[color=chocolate]"A secret can't be something so easily lost to you, can it Kwelek? Jannali? What's so special about this journal?"[/color] he called, looked between the two. He was excited to find something to do besides get painted and wait in anticipation for the hunt.