Meeka stared upon the little town with a blank face on a cliff side many miles west. From here he had a perfect view of everything. Meeka remembered his parents in flashes, their faces grew more distorted with each passing year of his life. Meeka could blandly remember his mother's face, blonde hair and a smile that reassured Meeka that always great and perfect. His father, was an optimistic man always seeing the bright side, nothing brought him down. Except of course the fight, which brought him down permanently. Meeka ran a hand through his head and sighed softly. There is about a 40 foot drop below him and with it a waterfall and a river that wrapped around the town of Acantha. There would be about a 20 mile trek back to the town if he climbed back down the cliff, but a quick shortcut down the waterfall would cut that distance down to 10. Trying to forget everything that happened to him and his family Meeka jumped, half hoping the fall would kill him.