From the mouth of the deep cavern, the wonderfully familiar scent of blood, roses, lilacs, and the very faint tint of chocolate wafted in the midsummer breeze. A ghost of a smile tugged the very corners of his pale lips. He was finally home. Home where his brothers and sisters lived and bred and died. They were a tightly wound family of peacekeepers and cutthroats alike. This family had been missing it’s pieces for a long, long time. For this shade had left them long ago, searching. And though his search had failed for the most part, he stayed true to his vow and now cam back; fitting in as the one missing piece of the family puzzle.

He slid silently across the small tree shaded clearing. He expected the watchmen to spring to life at any moment. As he neared the entrance of the gloriously scented sanctuary he so longed to be in, said watchmen dropped down silently from the trees. Huddled beneath a gleaming sapphire cloak, hood laying limply on his neck, the fledgling family member smiled.

“Hello, Gavin.”