Did I sleep...?

Do I ever sleep.....?

I'm so tired.

That night...

Nosdyn did not sleep. He never slept, since he was a boy sleep always eluded him. Sleep was a mistress that would deny him every night. He didn't mind it, the Demon's Blood kept him awake. It was part of his curse. He played his flute for a long while as he sat there on the front porch of his house. Thinking of many matters many troubling matters.

N'Jal...I'm sorry. He thought to himself. N'Jal gave him a purpose a reason for living. He took that away from them all. Had he been correct? He didn't know anymore. He stood up randomly from the front bench and began walking. In no particular direction. He just began walking in a daze. He wanted something to happen, anything, but really what he wanted was his own death.

He was old. He felt old. He was like butter spread too thinly across a old piece of bread. He walked in no particular direction, an alien lost in a world that was not his own. He accepted Dark Elf culture but he longed for more. He longed for a purpose.

He walked the streets of Ettermire that night...