"Sometimes I wonder where I would've been, had it not for the ones who guide me..."

Nero laid down on the open road, listening to the melody of a violent thunderstorm. It was odd for someone to be soothed by the tumultuous winds and bellowing thunder. And yet for Nero, the feeling of heavy rain splashing down his face always seems to put him at ease.

Clutching tightly onto the blue coat he wore, the young man let out a sigh. How long has it been since he first began his search? He wondered. Because after a few weeks onwards. a strange pit had begun to develop within him. And much to his chagrin, it had negative effects.

Truth be told, this only caused him to space out more than usual in combat. But to be frank again, an arrow to the knee wasn't all that severe compared to getting lost.

He shook away that feeling as he renewed his commitment. As the child of the storm, he could practically have everything. But none of it can give him what he truly wants: to have his family together again

To have his father back

"Dad... where the hell are you?" He muttered, before dozing off to the thunderstorm's roaring lullaby.