The sun slowly crept over the horizon, the first shimmering of light hitting Besaid just perfectly as the hundreds of sea shells and various sand gems on the beach suddenly burst forth a dazzling array of multicolored majestic fireworks into the sky, the air above the village seeming to have its own Aurora Borealis. A single bird began to chirp as dawn awoke the people for a brand new day. Then another, and another, until the air was filled with just the right amount of bird chatter. A small gust of wind traveled through the village, and the randomly placed wind chimes and instruments gave a soft melody of various notes and percussion hits, a sort of wake up call for the villagers.
Another day in paradise.
A young man watched all of this from his current standing position at the front of a cargo boat, en route to the village. His face held no expression, his grey eyes lost deep in thought as the wind blew softly through his white and black hair,the occasional braid twitching to the side. He flexed his arm for a moment as he heard the horn blare atop the boat, a signal that they were about to make landfall.
As the ship finally docked and the workers began to move their supplies to and fro, Vahnec stepped forward from his spot and down the ramp to the village. His outfit was nowhere near being considered normal compared to the workers he passed by. A white hooded cloak with black designs etched in certain areas, with white lining to which each side could clasp together, the outfit was sleeveless. Where his arms protruded though were only leather gauntlets, his right gauntlet being covered with metal, a large circle open upon it for something to be attached. At his hip was a large bottle, specifically designed for Sake, and at his back were two daggers, a relic of Sir Auron from the old days, remade for a modern generation. In his left hand was the rope of a large bag, nothing more than hundreds of black leather belts and buckles, holding all of his clothes and supplies in one place, flung over his shoulder.
He continued his small walk down the docks until he reached the beach, seeing no one around, the town seemingly empty. His pace grew slower as he reached the center of town, the birds seeming to hush their sweet melody. He didn't dare breathe as he looked around, growing anxious from the lack of people. Had something gone wrong? Was there some sort of beast to fell in the region?
All of a sudden, it seemed that everyone in the village was awake, walking around him. Immediately Vahnec grew claustrophobic, tensing up, unsure of what to do. He stood there for a moment as a small puppy ran up to him, barking playfully. Sensing he wasn't going to move, it stopped for a moment as it sniffed at his boot, lifting up its leg and relieving itself before slipping back through the crowd, most likely to rejoin with its master once more.
After a minute of this, the crowd dissipated as most of the people headed to the docks to greet the newcomers, another boat about to dock, this one solely for passengers. Breathing a sigh of relief, Fenris looked about a few times. He was here to find the first steps that would lead him eventually in the shoes of Auron. To make him a better person, to show him how to be a real warrior, and even more importantly, a real guardian. Nothing of which he cared about. He was here to get this done with, to be over with it. And so, he began his search to where it all began.