A Sacred Quest

A lone figure leans against one of the beams at the docks, it's features hidden by it's cloaks hood as it gazed over the sea at the rising sun. Thoughtfully, it replayed a eariler conversation repeatably, barely noticing the change in heat. "We believe the artifact to be destroyed, and if not destroyed... we believe it is better left where it lays." "Then you shall not help?" The woman inside his mind shaked her head. "Are you expecting me to just give up?" "We of course, would not stop you if decided to continue following it." As the sun began to set over the beautiful sea waters the figure finally rose. He tucked away a parchment he had written as many thoughts travelled his mind, and sighed through grit teeth. Feelings of sadness washed over him as he turned and began walking down the dockway, these feelings not new to him Simple human emotions, most common those of missing. As he finally reached the end and replaced his footing onto solid ground he wore a slender smile, his hood falling back. "Both good and bad exist within one at any given time". Was a saying common to him, his fathers saying. `If this shall be my final performance, then let me make it a grand show, never to be forgotten by the heavens.' He thought.