"I feel great energy here." Thomas spoke aloud, his magical senses stirring with a flaring passion as he looked upon this new territory. "What great power enchants this land? It feels so familiar...it feels as if someone has exceeded my powers and yet matches what they used to be without fail." A moment's silence passed as he looked to the skies and wondered. "Could the mage of this land help me regain my powers...?"

Thomas sighed as he brought out for the umpteenth time the sapphire jewel that once was a part of him, now only a mere trinket. Memories of his past became clear to him more now; the creation of his realm, the many memories he have gained within this realm, the past that will remind him about the lands of Livarencia for years to come and more. So many memories built around this single object that appears so useless at first.

"Perhaps he knows what I should do with this..." Thomas thought loudly for a moment before grunting, shaking off the idea. "Oh, what's the use? He's probably passed on into the afterlife by now, a place where I cannot reach him. What good am I if I cannot speak to the creator of this realm?" In his anger, he spun around and kicked a rock on the floor, feeling the pain from his foot but not reacting to it. "Curse fate, Shadow and all of Hell! Let there be peace for all, damnable beasts!"

His curses fading into the skies and his anger surpassing, he seats himself down, the jewel placed once more inside his tunic as his palms rose up to meet his pale face, tears trickling down his wrist as he coughed up breaths of sadness. Tears streaming down, his legs were used by the arms to hold them steady as his head bobbed with every hiccup of despair that passed through him.

Not very far away, a half-elf watched silently from a willow tree, waiting to see what the human would so next. If he would do anything next.
"Odd, for a human to act in such a way." she thought.
At least, that was what she had come to expect of male humans. Most of them, cruel and harsh, while the women were weak and relying only on their beauty to get the through life, or rebels to all they had ever known. At least, what she had seen of mankind.
Still, she did not move a muscle, for as broken and vunerable as the man was, he was yet quite strong, and possessed a sort of power which seemed quite amazing in contrast with her longsword.
And so she waited.

Thomas parted his hands from his face for a moment as if to speak to the winds, his gaze turning upward. "Why do you torment? Why do you coninue to struggle? Why do you curse yourself to live in this land until your powers and your land return to you? Why do you live on when the only think that will come back to you are the memories? You were a Battle Mage of Light but your time for power is gone. Just wither away."

His head slowly turned to the grasses and his palms upon his face once more, he wept again, mumbling words from within. "Am I no longer worthy of being powerful? Can I truly be cursed to this land without ever seeing those I know or love anymore? Am I a victim of my own creation, my own past?" His head rising away from his palms again, he called to the havens above. "If I cannot regain what I have lost, make me forget what I had. Let me suffer no more so that I cannot see others suffer like myself."

Feeling nothing but pain inside, he dropped upon his stomach and wept to the earth, hardly considering the fact that this land may still be blessed by whatever power was here. He could hardly care anymore - he was broken far beyond what anyone could assume and he felt like he wanted to meet his demise.