James Edenheart stood near the rivers edge. The waters were still. Behind him his manor, for he was a Lord. He came out here often to think. Every so often a dragon would blot the sun, but they had little interest in man mostly. The four dark emotions , hate, torment, arrogance, and chaos had taken man like form. These were dark times. He lived alone but he had loved before, it didn't last. To him, nothing ever did. Nothing but the darkness in mans souls. Life had been hard yet with each struggle, at the end of the day he had found himself...here. He remembered her looks, those green eyes that red hair. The touch of her lips. Happiness, sadness, and then anger, swept through him in an instant. She left because he had to move and she didn't want to, so petty a reason. Maybe she never loved him at all. He pulled his cloak around himself, checked his katana and headed back towards the manor wondering if he'd ever feel those lips again.