How do you pick up from where you never started off? All I've ever had were stories. Not even memories. And for him, not even those. And yet somehow I feel as if we're inexorably tied together with the strings of fate. Yes, we were connected in one way but that didn't matter if the heart didn't care. But I feel somehow that wherever he is he does care. Even if he has never known me. I know I do. But fate can be a bitch sometimes.
Master B. said that fate chooses what is meant for each of our paths and it is not our part to complain but to walk the path laid out for us. Fate never does anything without care. "There are lessons to be learned laddie, from each step of the way, even if you do not know it. Leave Fate up to her devices and get on with your own."
Of course that mysticism seems like crap in this day and age, what with all the technology around. Humans it seems like to decide their own fate. But when Master B says anything, it hard to laugh. You just get the feeling that he's lived so long, and knows so much, that anything that comes out of his mouth is wisdom.
The same I way I get that the feeling that we're connected, he and I. Like one day I'll find him and maybe get rid of the sadness in mum's and uncle's faces. Maybe get to see my brother for the first time.
With hopes so crazy, a little mysticism isn't so bad. But then, I've always been reckless and crazy. Always willing to take the risk. Always rather suffering the rod than refraining. That's just me: Kili Durin, heir to Erebor Corps, largest security firm for all manner of businesses that deal in jewelry and other forms of precious metals and gems. And I'm on a mission to find my brother whom I have never seen.