Darkness soaked the ground as his feet stepped lightly, one after the other. The soft breeze blew through his hair, gently moving a few locks from their resting place. The moon hung high above, but offered no source of light. It was as if something was blocking its rays from reaching down and grabbing him; nothing but a painting in the sky.

The city was sleeping, but he did not mind. In fact, he preferred it that way.

Kahl Lundbergh was a striking man. His smooth, combed blonde hair was accepted royally by his dark blue dress shirt and black slacks. The slight, but groomed stubble that spread across his face offered a very dignified look to any eye that wandered his direction. Though there would be none this evening.

Taking a walk through the slumbering city was one of his favorite things to do, especially when something was on his mind. Tonight, there was something on his mind. The Source. Though clouded by fear and distraught with confusion, he consciously and cautiously wandered into the realm of choice. Was there such a thing? The openings in his right wrist seemed to give an obvious answer. No. Lately though, his mind had strongly tempted him to test the Source. To stray from it. To choose. An apparent act of rebellion, yes, but no one was able to offer any answers to him. They seemed just as oblivious as he.

Walking in the solemn dark, he passed an alley. Something glimmered and caught his eye. He stopped and stared, searching for the movement. There was never a soul on the streets this late. That’s why he was out. Nothing moved; nothing but deep darkness. He continued to stare. His pale eyes had several faint lines of green flowing from the pupil. His neglect of the Source was showing, but not hurting.

After a minute of staring, he convinced himself that it was nothing and carried on with his walk.

Questioning the Faith was forbidden so Kahl had never publicly spoken his mind. He would be punished mercilessly. And for what? Believing in choice?

There was one person that he could confide in though; a man that was having the same thoughts that he was. Someone who might be able to help him understand.

He would have to speak with Nicholas.