Faolan was finding it more and more difficult to focus on what Lucien was saying. He tried to feel the pounding of his feet against the earth, but the horizon kept drawing his eye. That damn sun...with every second it grew closer to the earth and the moon's rays became stronger and stronger.

He looked to it then, that fateful orb that waxed and waned and took him with it as it swelled and contracted. It was full, brightly shining down on the two of them, smug and untouchable. Although he knew that the moon often looked full to the naked eye for days before and after it was actually at it's brightest, he could feel the animal rage surging through his body. He had to have been right about the day...he couldn't have been wrong, he was almost never wrong about that.

This was Lucien's fault. The Frenchman had kept his distracted with his requests and his lessons and his constant gibbering. Faolan would have paid closer attention if he didn't talk so damn much, if he wasn't always there to look over his shoulder and ask some asinine question.

And even as these thoughts penetrated his brain, he knew they were not his own. This anger was misdirected, and it was beginning to grow so large in him that he could not keep it caged any longer. The moon loomed over them both, threatening and so beautiful.

[color=a36209]"I'm..."[/color] he heard himself say as his consciousness slowly began to detach from his body. [color=a36209]"The date."[/color] He caught himself, and stopped walking suddenly, turning to Lucien as a moment of clarity washed over him. His eyes and voice were desperate as he spoke, he was nearly shouting. [color=a36209]"What's today's date!?"[/color]