3 nights...3 looong nights back in Cascadia.

The drive from New York wasnt a pleasent one, that to was long.long and tiring.

Surprising that for near 6 months now he couldnt remember a thing, his embrace, his life before that and the life he lead in these nights, all of it was lost to him. It took Jade to remind him, not everything but at least WHO he was.

For 6 long months he fed off rats and strays. sleeping in the sewers avoiding the nosferatu of New York. It wasnt easy but he had some semblance of life.

The last thing he can truly remember was slaying Byss. Byss the Tzimisce who abducted his sire, Angelina Reiss, Byss who tortured her in the most vile ways, Byss who forced him to watch every moment of it, Byss who made him dark almost..true evil..a reflection of her. Byss who was finally tracked down in San Fransico and met the sharp end of a long sword held by Valley.Byss who smelled the gasoline on her body and saw the ingnition of a solotery match held by Valley. Byss who lit up like a household gas fire and Byss who laid at Valleys feet, dead, final Death. He remembers making his way to New York then...nothing...and now..now jade.

Everything was so confusing..so hard to remember. He remembers for a time staying in somewhere called Cascadia. He was told he held great power there once, that he was Brujah Primogen and the noticed by the Justicars themselves and was made an Archon thus leaving his old seat of power behind.

he looked down at the ring gave to him by the Justicars, a ring that held in its centre a piece of stone..a stone chipped away from something larger..but what?..he cant remember. He hopes to find that stone and with it answers.


he looked out of the window to his old penthouse apt high above the buisness district of Cascadia. Everything had changed..the citys skyline was new to him, the streets the alleys, the buildings.

He had taken out some books from the Kindred libray.Books that dealt with the history of cascadia. There it was written underneath so many familier but strange names his own.

Prince Rhiannon
Primogen of clan Gangrel Euryon
Primogen of clan Malkavian Daisy
Primogen of clan Brujah Valley
........

the list went on.

the dates, the times even the locations were all there along with his name.

he remembers just a few nights ago entering Elysium through tunnels that were built for escape he used for entrance. He remembers the faces he saw none familier..all strangers except one, Battys. Everything he had been in Cascadia was nothing now, everything he had done...the defence against the sabbat, the bringing in for traitors all in the defence of his home was worth nothing.

he smiled a small smile and looked out over the city.

probably for the best he thought and looked down at the small dark stone that lay in the centre of his ring.

"All for the best"

((Nice post Val, follow your nose to the bad side of town and join me... muahahahah

((strong, effective post man :smile: