Caleb kept on running those few moments through his mind. He found out the truth and instead of acting soundly and rationally, he attacked his uncle. It was so unlike him. It was so out of character for him. It was as if he was someone else. It was like he was…some[I]thing[/I] else. 

He actually put his hands on his uncle and what was worse, he seemed to enjoy it. No, that’s not correct. It wasn’t that he enjoyed it, but it just felt right, like he was justified in doing it. All the anger he had been feeling, all that had gathered up until that point was released all at once. Caleb let his uncle feel the anger that he had built up from hating his father, hating anyone affiliated with his father. He was just so angry at everyone involved. He was mad at The Three Prongs for starting Trident that made his father, mother, and uncle the way they were, he hated his parents for not being there for him, and he hated his uncle for lying about his parents being who they were. Caleb was just so angry at everyone.

The journey back to Agrabah was what some would call a self-discovery journey. Caleb had a lot of time to think about what he did, how he acted, and take in all the information he was given. Now, of course Caleb tried to get to Agrabah as fast as he could, but being able to take his time at the same time allowed him to think. Caleb knew that nothing could be decided, whether he would join his parent’s crusade or go back to his uncle until he talked to his parents. 

Caleb found that his mixed feelings somewhat blocked his connection the pathway of darkness. He was, at least, able to use it in portal form to quick travel. Or at the very least, use it to propel him to faster speeds. He was able to make it to Agrabah within ten minutes of being dropped out of the Trident Warship.

“[color=00a99d]So, where are they?[/color]” Caleb said, looking around. 

He was inside the walls of Agrabah, but he didn’t even know where he would begin to look. His parents could be anywhere in the city. They could be in the markets, living quarters. Literally anywhere was fair game. Caleb spent a minute looking up, to the side, and repeated it several times. It wasn’t until he got a…well, a feeling in his gut that brought his attention to the Palace. For some reason, he knew his parents were there. 

Caleb began running through the streets, running off of buildings, propelling his body upward using the sheer momentum gathered from his body movements plus the speed he garnered from his initial running. Caleb would eventually get to a rooftop, and he continued running, but this time running from rooftop to rooftop. Some jumps were perfection and some he barely made. There were also some that were at a lower angle than others, to which Caleb just tucked and rolled. There were also some opposite and higher than others. Caleb would just grab onto ledges, and climb as fast as he could. There was little to no wasted motion from Caleb. 

Making excellent time, Caleb was at the palace. It was thanks to the guards knowing who he was that they let him in without trouble. Once inside, Caleb would just have to hope for the best in finding his parents and getting some answers from them.