Welcome, gang. This story was originally supposed to be for Cheetara and Kit instead of Balor but I ultimately decided that with Balor's current situation he was better suited for this story. Enjoy.
Endless Cycle
With the bruises from his fall stinging from pain, Balor continued through the cave. The cave was completely dark it was safe. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness and he became capable of seeing, since an evabon's eyes are different from the eyes of a non-evabon, Balor wondered if this was all that was left for him. Was he just to hide in a cave for the rest of his life?
"It's not something to mourn about forever!" Balor looked around. That was a man's voice! "Death is sad but out of life comes death and out of death comes life. It is an endless cycle, shamanism taught me that." Balor continued to look around. Where was the author of that voice? "And it has been good for me these many years." Balor turned around. The author of the voice was behind him! An old grey evabon with a great mustache and beard was standing before him. His hair was black, his skin a light grey, and his single eye was a bright blue. There was something familiar about him. He was dressed in a hooded black robe with shining stars on it. In his right hand was a staff made of wood.
"Who are you?" Balor starred at the old evabon. Why did he seem so familiar?
"You, if you live long enough to reach my age." The old evabon walked around the Balor, the stars on his robe shinning as if they were real. "But what brings one so young and so sad here?"
"Don't you know?" Balor kept turning his head to look at the old evabon. "You're me!"
"Correction, I am not you but you could become me if you live long enough to reach my age." The robed evabon continued walking around Balor.
"I've… lost myself? Lost my way? I don't know." Balor looked to the cave floor. "Do you know?" The shaman, for that's what he was, rubbed his left eye, his single eye.
"I'll tell you for a trade!"
"But I've nothing to give you!" The shaman laughed. Balor did not know what was so funny.
"Nothing physical but you can give me something." The shaman then began to stroke his beard. "You give me your ear to learn the art of shamanism and I'll tell you why you're here." Balor was dumbfounded. Why would this old shaman want Balor to learn the art of shamanism? Who was he besides a shaman? Finally, he nodded. "Excellent!" The shaman banged his staff on the cave floor and both vanished.