Kal's Apartment

Kal sits on his window sill, both feet against the oppisite side with his knees pushed up almost to his chest. His sword, is propped up in between his feet with the hilt resting on his left soulder as he looks to the right, and out the window onto the village, as snow gentally falls. It is a beautiful night with the moon full overhead. He gazes at the peacefulness of the snow covered roof tops and drifts to images of his past...Glimpses of fire and screams in the distance. He closes his eyes to block it out. Instead he fouces on the noise provided from his fire place, which is alive with the bright orange fire and the crackle of wood. He regains his peace as he feel the sword on his shoulder hum with power. It speaks to him "You must not let your past cloud your future.". Kal closes his eyes once more and shaks his head slightly, letting his head drop a bit. "But it is only with understanding of our past that we can properly determine our future...do you know if anyone else survived?", he speaks this out loud. He knows no one is around to hear him and think him crazy. The blade replies, a voice in his head like a rumbling of thunder in his skull, "I would hate to give ye false hope...But the other blades are still among this world. Thier spirits still reside within them. So I would believe they are weilded or are lying in wait of one who can weild them.". Kal brings his head up and rests it against the window sill behind him, cocking his head and opening his head to gaze upon the village once more. "Well Then, It seems there may be hope after all", he thinks to himself knowing the sword would hear him but not speaking to the sword. "Even if just a little, it's still there.". Kal looks up at the moon and speaks aloud "If you ever feel the presence of one of the blades near, you let me know. Maybe we don't have to be alone forever."

Kal gets off off the window sill, and puts the sword in his cloth belt on his left hip. He closes the window but ligers for a momnet, looking out over the village. Then he turns and walks over to the fire. Here he croutches and warms his hands wondering to himself. "Why is is I have such an affinity for this element? That which destroys when I wish for peace. I do not understand god's sense of humor." His sword reponds to him. "You look at it from a narrow perspective. Fire is also the giver of warmth and light. The warmth that sustains life and brightens the darkness.". Kal closes his eyes and basks in the glow and heat of the fire. "I suppose you are right as always.". Kal rises and opens his eyes. He walks over to his bedside stand and picks up his Snow headband in both hands, looking it over. 'It is also amazing how a simple symbol can stand for so much.". He ties the band around his left bicep. He wears it although he doesn't see the point. he has the symbol tattooed on the left side of his chest. He then walks to his door and leaves. Closing the door behind him and walks away from the apartment and into the village. The streets are mostly empty at this time of night. A few people here and there. He decides to go to the library. They are always open and maybe he can find someone to talk to witha pulse. "You are lucky to have me." The sword responds hearing Kal's thoughts. Kal smiles a bit as he walks.