Submission (#1905) Approved

It may not have been his birthplace, but Silveil City was the only place he'd consider "home." A place which contained both his very best and very worst memories. Too many come here seeking fame, fortune, love - a fickle dream that eludes far more than it embraces. Perhaps he should count himself lucky that, here, a land where the light of day would never touch, he managed to find all three.

Once upon a time, he would flash a smile at the crowd and tell them to never give up on their dreams, all the while chastising them for their foolish ambitions in his head. You can try, but you'll never be as good as me, he'd think to himself. Now, he truly does believe those garish words: Never give up, never let the woes of the world swallow you. And it was all because of this city, and all the good and all the bad it came with.

Eventually, he comes to rest his wandering feet upon the shore of the Starlake while he ponders his life until this moment. When he had seen this sight for the very first time as a young kittom, it had stolen his very breath away utterly and completely; nothing as awe-inspiring as this existed back in Bellmoril. He had fallen asleep here on this very shore as he stared into its mysterious starry depths, woken who knows how many hours later by a concerned traveler. Back then, he’d relished in his unrestrained freedom, with ties to no place or no one… but he couldn’t imagine life without his family now, even if it meant giving up some of that independence. It’s worth it.

No matter where his travels take him, which direction the winds of change blow him towards, he knows he'll always find himself coming back to this place, where his old self died and was born anew. And even if he used to cherish his freedom more dearly than anything else...

He wouldn't have it any other way.