Snippet #1260379

Saerin looked not to the land the three were leaving, but towards the massive, barren stretch of land that lay before them. They called them the Deadlands, and he had been through them before. But he was once again bound to travel the treacherous land. Not that he cared. It was just the fate that had been bestowed upon them in this World, and there was no way to change it. Everything was as it should be.

He couldn't help but glance at his "companions." Both so young, one looking pampered and the other experienced, and exiled from their home for things that weren't their burdens to bear. Its sickened him, but he knew everything would work out fine. Negativity can kill and positivity can disappoint- the only way you can get through life is to look at everything objectively and keep pressing forward. That was Saerin's view on life, and he had the wisdom brought from age to back this up.

It was because he felt this way that it was he who took the second step forward, even breaking his almost stoic silence by mumbling "Let's get on with it, then." It seemed the boy would need the push to get him to actually leave this land, the one he had known his whole life and could not rightfully let go. But greater things lay ahead. He moved quickly, getting on his horse. He normally traveled without one, but then again he normally traveled alone. He followed the girl.