It came from the black. A claw, a barbed tendril, perhaps even sharpened fingers; he never could tell which it was that appeared before him in that instant. But... it always felt the same as it ripped his calf in two. And when he turned to face it? Too late, only black could he see as the sun was blotted out forever. This recurring nightmare had plagued his life for decades it felt; though truth was it had only been two years. Every day proceeded exactly as it would have after; he lay awake to the sounds of the widespread town steads around him and contemplated until the dawn. As he recoiled from the imagined hit, the first thing he noticed was that his bed was drenched with his perspiration. A sigh, it seemed a restless lifetime waited around the corner for him. But it had never been any use before; it was rare that he actually recover enough to sleep before the dawn. For once, he moved from the bed and gathered his garments. Standard affair, hard black leather shoes and accessories over navy slacks, matching doublet with a white tunic draped from his shoulders. He felt overdressed for the hour; but there was little intent in him to stay within the walls of the Ra'Sain Monastery. After the marbled corridors and two sentinels, whom watched him with scrutiny before he passed, he made it to the streets. The smell of lavender and campfire filled his nose; two different favorite smells that awakened some of the best parts of his memory. It was on the ravine beyond the entrance way that he caught a glimpse of himself in the shallow pooling waters. Head shaven but a week past, the quarter inch of dark brown hair raising sharply from his head in each direction. Beneath it, the tattoo of rays along his scalp. A beam that followed the curvature of his skull, one on either side of the center which was left untouched as wide as the rays. He had thought of spreading the rays down the back of his head and onto his shoulders; but enough time had passed since he sought them, it was beyond him now; he supposed. His eyes remain blue as always, and his body broad and toned. "Just as it was two years ago", he mused. A brief pause in his tracks, a thought flew by. "Am I really 27 already?" A few field hands bowed their heads to him when he came in proximity down the dirt road, the farmers that started their work this early. Some he returned the bow for, others he stopped to say hello; and felt somewhat relieved when he heard they noticed his fatigue. "Stronger than I am, they certainly are." chimed through his head. To the east the sun had begun to rise, the wonderful twilight of day approaching fast. It was the extreme contrast of the light and dark that made him squint out to see what seemed so.. distorted.. along one of the villages watchtowers. When he approached, he almost lost sight of it; but found it again as he circumnavigated its spot; the twilight from the horizon cutting through it. It looked as if a small black river was held there, infinitely small in width, but moving all the same. It was after he dared to get close enough to look carefully that he noticed the small breeze that originated from the anomaly. It reeked of death.