AN: I really dunno where I'm going with this, I also dunno what's up with the title, I just thought it sounded cool. Might be a one-shot, might not. But I hope it's not too bad. The narrator in this story is a female Hume Seer (Magick Frenzy rocks ;D.)Anyways, enjoy guys! And review if you have the chance! ....Please? ;-;

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I once had an occupation to the most prestigious clan in all of this side of Jylland. They haven't known defeat for a full eight years. The meal of victory was always tasteful, but the seasonings of the blood, sweat and tears you put into it makes it all the worthwhile eating. But the same old dish every day soon spoils and I was tired of it. Tired of winning. So I hatched the perfect plan in my head to break away from my old clan and start anew.

I had it all worked out:

Save up a couple of gil, milk what I could from my clan until I became a decent Seer and roll out. Simple and clean. All of those steps have been executed with the utmost care, but all of that cautious step-taking ended when I was locked in a dispute with my clan leader. It was enough send me off a fit of rage and my premeditated plans of abandoning my clan drove me home. To the point of launching the final part of my strategy. Leaving.

I began to pack my bags in a huff, though admist all of my frantic shoving of clothes into a suitcase, I felt triumphant. The argument provided me with the perfect excuse to depart not to mention me and the leader had a past of heated coversation. What would seem like an impulsive decision was truly the wrap up of my long-term goal. I had a flawless mask. I made sure to ignore the pleas of several clanmates to puncuate the fact I couldn't be reasoned with and plowed through the door for good measure.

Right into the snow.

A word for you all planning on running away from home: never do it in the dead of the winter cycle for two reasons.

1.) Frost.

2.) Bite.

The sharp wind lashed my face as I felt bits of moisture on my cheeks from the already melting snow. My hot air deflated almost instantly, but no. I wasn't going to turn back. I wasn't about to look stupid. Not after I had made a marvelous scene and exit. I refused to come back on the stage. It'd mean to play the role of the fool everyone was going to laugh at.

I know he saw me stop, my leader. I felt his gaze, pricking my flesh harder than the bitter cold as I stood there in the snow-covered lane. He saw my pause. My fear. The realization of my foolishness. Nothing more than a ranting child blind with fury, and soon I'd turn around. Miss the warmth of the shelter and the people within. Waiting expectantly for an apology for being rash and this clan was the only place I'd always be welcomed.

It would've worked if I hadn't played that game many times over. Rosefire the third I had turned seventeen and this time I'd act like it. My foot moved forward and the other one followed suit until I was walking in a brisk motion in a random direction. That took alot more force than I thought. I guess some of my emotions still anchored me down. The thought of tearing away from the friends I made. The victories we shared, the sadness. The memories began flood in my mind and tears manifested in my eyes. It was almost enough to make me turn back. Almost.

Because I would not spare another glance backward. I would not let these emotions way me down. For I had decided to leave my clan---my past all behind on that snow-covered lane.

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