[h2][color=red]S A B L E[/color][/h2]

	His back still smoked from Cyn's tantrum attack. The muscle surrounding his spine stung. It felt like fine hairs had been ripped from flesh and was fighting through the compact, tense, muscles to regrow. He was doing a fine job of ignoring the pain, he had been through much worse before.

	Since Cyn had left, he had made quick work disposing of the fire--though he doubted he needed to due to the cold--,packed the few things he had laid out, and regrettably trudged on. She had decided to leave, it was her choice and one he had respected and felt relief over. Thanks to her verdict on the situation, he wouldn't have to worry about being stabbed in the back. With the serrated wind picking up and Rush shivering from it, Sable thought it best to tuck the Exceed in his sac.
	
	[color=red][i]I need to grow stronger, I need to be ready. I want power. And not just any power, I want true power![/i][/color] he uttered to himself, brows furrowing and jaws tensing. 

	He adjusted the straps of his pack and felt the tattered remains of his cloak tug towards the bottom of the mountain. White schools of icicles fluttered around him with the strength of a storm but he trudged on. The crunch of his boots were the only sound that he heard above the deathly howl. For a long time he contemplated how to gain strength and when the memory of Aiden passed through, he felt for a moment, that a small thread had introduced itself to him. 

	[color=red][i]Magnus Hunters... That bastard... he was strong. The bastard that whisked Aiden and Oriel away.[/i][/color]