Silently and gently Volcon moved through the castle each step he took resounded on the tile. He was in a place many came but at the moment it seemed empty. No one was here to talk to him as he walked slowly down the long halls. Each step that Volcon took brought him closer to where he needed to be but farther from where he wanted to be. He felt like was being pulled from both sides at once as he walked on. Each breath he took made him want to scream and every time his heart beath it felt like a drum. It felt like it was echoing through his heart to nothing but darkness.

He wanted to gallop off into somewhere calm where he could think. He needed to think but now was not that time thins were getting worse every time he got news. Every time someone said something it was more severe and even his most trusted sources told him bad things. He was being strained and the battles hadn't even really started. He needed more time, troops, and patence. Most of all Volcon needed time something that seemed to be sliping away. Time was falling between his fingers like air through a vent. He had to find something soon or he would explode.

He looked on through the halls as he slowly troted on his horse body being able to go miles. He could walk for ever and not be tired it seemed but now all he needed was rest. Still he moved on into the seemingly impossible. Into the depths of the realm of no return and into a time with unceasing silence. When even the littlest things have the most resounding effects. Still somewhere in this hall there had to be someone and soon they would come. He would meet someone and peraps they would talk if only for awhile. Anything to keep him mind off of things was better than nothing and nothing was better than anything.