He sits in his camp looking deep into the fire, trying to find the answers to his existance, his purpose. The snowflakes floated lazily around his head some melting away before they have a chance to coat the ground. It was the eve of battle, nothing that was new to him, but every night like this he sat staring into the firelight, trying to contemplate if he was destined to be something better than a mere soldier, a better end than laying bloodied on a battlefield...something beyond the dark abyss of his existance...
I dunno if I want to write a story of this or make it into an RP on the forums so I posted it here. Let me know what you think and if you want help me with some ideas, much appreciated;
Tidus