Running. It was a memory Amarene remembered well, from before. After the separation there was nothing but running, running, more running.
But running wasn't what Amarene was doing right then. Awakening with a sudden start, Amarene almost fell out of the makeshift hammock he made high up in the trees. Sunlight speared its way through the foliage above, warming his flesh and shining brightly into his eyes.
Have I slept that long already? He thought to himself. True, yesterday had been a rough day. But sleeping in after noon wasn't like him. Four hours that could have been spent focused on making money to fill his belly were gone. Wasted on that dream.
Amarene gritted his teeth a little at the thought. Dreaming was a therapeutic experience for him, when it happened. Often lucid in them, he was allowed free roam to play with the ideas that constantly flitted through his head that were otherwise hard to put down on paper. But every now and then that dream would come up. The dream that he didn't know was a dream, where he was running again, from the people that used to be friends, relatives.
With a wave of his hand Amarene nullified his sleeping contraption, returning a small amount of the energy lost back to himself through use of his gloves. He was gonna need every bit of energy he could muster this day, as he had to forgo dinner the night prior. Hunting was an option, though he doubted he had the strength or patience for it to be worthwhile at that time.
"Screw it... may as well head into town." Amarene said to no one but himself. Even from the outskirts of Industrial City it would take about an hour for him to get inside. Quick stepping on his energy reserves was not an option. Leaping down from the treetops, Amarene made his way into the city at a moderate pace.