As I returned to my home.... "Home?", Cyny gives a sad sounding chuckly, "Can this hole in the side of a mountain be called home?" Cyny takes a long breath, "Well for me, I guess it is."

I approached, and became hesitant. It would seem I have had a visitor, for they have left me a note. With an understood cautiousness, Cyny reached for the note. This would not be the first time a trap was set for him. As he slowly pulls the note out of the crack in the door, he muttered, "I really need to teach my pets to do this." Cyny smiled to himself. Turning the letter in his hands, Cyny recognizes the handwriting and is filled with excitement. Cantique had visited and left him a note. Why did I have to go hunting for cloth, I could have been here when she arrived, Cyny thinks to himself. But he is content with the knowledge he will still get to see her tonight. Quickly he opens the note, a feeling of what he remembers as joy starts to fill him. He begins to read and slowly, as he gets further into the letter, the joy turns to fear, a fear that hits him two fold. As he continues to read, his tattered body slumps to the ground with is head coming to rest in one hand. It would seem Cantique has been called to battle by her King, and that means her life will be in danger. At that moment, a startling revelation occurs to Cyny, one that leaves him confused and bewildered. If she has been called to some great battle, then it is very possible against his friends she will fight. How can one handle the pull from both battling sides? Something will surely have to give............what shred of sanity he has left will probably be the victim of this internal stuggle, between humanity and what he fears he is destined to become........

A day that started with such promise, hope and anticipation will surely come to a heart breaking end. "If only I had a heart to break.", Cyny sighs.