Chasing Dawn

[Kiha]

 
I feel like I'm chasing the next sunrise.
  

                                             The way light floods the land every dawn puts a spring in my step.
                                                                                                                                    
                                                                                         I'm only an artist, really, trying to capture that glorious, blinding light.
  

                   But now I feel like I'm the canvas.
   

                                                                                                  What if our lives are just illustrations?
                                
                                                                What if we're a paint, and our lives are strokes in the lifestream, reused to reach that perfect piece?
   
                                                                                                      If that's the case, I'll stick to my nature, and let the brush guide me.
        
                                                        I'll run faster towards the brightest light, I'll make my piece the last one. One to be framed and admired for generations.

[Kiha]

 Training is paying off. I'm able to stand for my ideals.
 

The others and myself were accosted by a thug who wielded a blade and magic not incredibly different from my own. I wondered if I could do it. You know, sink the edge of my blade into someone even if it was to protect another. I thought I could, and I was right. But I hate doing it. There's no joy in splitting flesh, drawing blood, not for me anyways. But I'm capable of it and I'm getting better at it. I hurt the guy's shoulder pretty bad on accident. I messed up. I'm not settling for winning. I want to win and achieve the outcome I want and have full control over it. What's the point of 'winning' if you can't decide the manner in which you win? The means of getting to that victory?