Modern Morbid Prophecies.

[cronos]

Do we have the time to lay the line between true life, and you in mine.
I want to reel it back before the day when simplicity was washed away.

A sigh escaped his mouth, open only in the slightest. His feet were leading him in some unknown direction amongst the grounds of Hogwarts. His fingers were smeared with the marks of a black pen. He had been... playing around with one earlier on in the day. At the time, it was fairly early anyhow. Sleep hadn't come easily to him last night and so he had awoken at the ungodly hour of two. Since then he had been fully awake. At first he had stuck to pacing back and forth in his room, trying not to arose the other students tucked away in their beds. It almost caused envy to rise in him but he stumped it. It was not their fault he could not succumb to the bliss of sleep.

Rather it was his own fault or perhaps the fault of his restless limbs. It was as it was though so there was nothing he could do to change such a fate. Instead he would wander along for a while... Gray-gold hues took in the approaching forest. Trails were said to weave between the trees... Leading the students in whatever direction it may. And why not explore these trails? Perhaps they went on forever? It was a magical forest after all. Nothing here was truly ordinary.

As his form drew closer to the forest, his eyes shown with anticipation. Just what would he fine nestled between these trees? There were so many possibilities. It could be any number of things that he had read of. His feet came to a a halt for a moment as he 'spotted' the sign. A warning. He did not care much for it so instead of heeding the warning, he traveled around it, making himself closer to the path. The Mitsaki stepped onto the dirt path and wet his dry lips. An exploration was in order. His eyes jumped from one place to another as he looked around, walking all the same.

Every now and then his feet would stray from the path, finding deadened leaves and upraised roots. So far he hadn't had the misfortune of tripping over some poor, forgotten log or root but it was only a matter of time if he kept ignoring the path. No birds... squirrels... nothing. All was dead here, beneath these trees. From what he had seen anyhow. So finally he dropped his gaze from the tree tops and stared out a head of him. The winding trail continued on for as long as he could see before fading into a foggy substance.

Cronos cocked his head to the side, pressing his glasses back up his nose with 'the bad finger', as Amane called it. Perhaps just a couple more minutes... Then he would turn back. Without further ado, he allowed his feet to further lead him into the Forbidden Forest, filled with mysteries. Gray-gold hues returned to their game of jumping around from tree to tree, taking it all in. A couple of minutes passed as this in silence. He slowly, gradually came to a stop and peered ahead of him. He surely could continue for a bit longer... He had come this far after all.