Solira: The Ocean: I'll always be there looking over your shoulder [FOR COURAGE]

alone I walk the winding way
it's over, no longer, I feel it growing stronger
I'll live to die another day, until I fade away
why give up, why give in...it's not enough, it never is
so I will go on until the end

- Breaking Benjamin, "until the end"

Again I walk the beaches, keeping to myself and lost in my thoughts. I have made the decision to remain here, not that the choice was left to me. Any time I tried to turn back to the road and the wanderings I met with a wall as solid as stone yet as clear as air. I hate the feeling of being stopped by something I can not see especially since I do not doubt that it is the product of the strange power that seems to rule this place. My teeth grind inadvertently at the thought…power indeed. So I am stuck here, I suppose I could go elsewhere within the realm of legend and not be faced with that wall but the desolation of the desert and chill of the mountains do not appeal to me and I can not stand the confines of that blasted forest. There is no place here that is at all like Meyene and so I will make do with the lesser of the evils.

My loyalties and skills such as they are belong to Solira until the time comes that I can find my way back to the road. Some might have run after the burning but running is not my way if anything the burning cemented my loyalties all the more for it seems this place needs all the help it can get. So far I have not offered much but now that I have given in to my fate and the period of adjustment has passed I may be able to put my mind more to the task at hand and less on what I left behind. That burning was the fault of this power, the elements as they call it….all the more reason for my hatred towards it. Today I am out to seek those in charge of the place, those who sit on the throne and those high in the casts. After all gaining the welcome of those in command is the best way to become a part of a new herd. Perhaps they will have some task for me, something to keep my over active mind out of the brooding state that has taken it of late.

I do not know the names of the commanders but I got the impression that the two toned male [Marshelle] has some sort of authority and so it is he that I seek but not he who I find. A small blond mare named Courage is the first being that I come upon. The sight of her stops me in my tracks. It is my understanding from the goings on after the burning that she is fairly strong in the power and also a healer of some kind. This makes me nervous but it is not what stopped me. She escaped being burned because she was held prisoner in another kingdom and released just in time to aid in the healing here. Her captivity was my fault, my fault for not reacting quickly enough and my fault from not being sneaky enough in my rescue attempt. Granted it was in my first days here but that doesn’t make me any less responsible. Now I stand in the position of having to apologize to another woman…the third in less than a year. My first was to the dead ears of Lochsme, my second to my lovely daughter and my third is to a total stranger. I do not like the concept of apologizing to women, not because I think men are better or any such foolishness but because I have always done good by the opposite gender…I have been a champion of sorts to the ladies.

This having to apologize to them is a new thing and I do not like it…it speaks of failure and I do not like to fail. There is no putting it off or escaping it though so I might as well push on ahead. I move forward until I stand in full view of the mare I have never properly met and make a quick respectful dip of my head before looking her in the eye. “I am sorry Courage.” No lack of sincerity can be detected in my voice partly because I am practiced in hiding such things but mainly because I am sincere.

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Call me JANTZ for that is my name. Watch out for my 16.2hh, dark LIVER CHESTNUT coated person for I have the potential to be deadly. Trust what I know for I have spent SEVEN long years learning it. The blood of DON, GRONINGEN, TRAKEHNER, MUSTANG, ARABIAN & FRIESIAN runs in my veins. Do not ask the names of my parents for I remember them not. Look for me in SOLIRA under the heading of SPY, know my class as ESPIONAGE within which I hold the rank of NONE and mark my element as UNLEARNED. Tie my heart strings to LOCHSME until the day I die and trace my blood down to BILLIS & RONDI. My strings are pulled by the beautiful TZARRA who should be credited with both my creation and my words.