Dragoncrest Cliffs bad day, bad century

Romulus watched quietly from behind them, observing their easygoing relationship, the way they interacted with each other. Like brothers, he realised and a pang of sadness and guilt stabbed him in the heart as he remembered his siblings. There was Julius, his big, strong, clumsy and completely lovable white furred brother. Oh, how he missed Jules. Then there was Relonikiv; Niki as he remembered him. Small and the runt, but his personality made up for it and his smile. Romulus...no Trajan wanted to see it again. Then there was his sister Durnehviir whom he loved very much. For a moment, Rom stopped in his tracks, lost in nostalgic, wistful thoughts of his brothers and sister and his eventful childhood.

He shook himself out of those thoughts and concentrated on the road ahead. It did no good to no one to dwell on the pass when there was no way he could change it. Not that he would change his decision to go with his father, but perhaps he would be able to persuade them to go with him. Stop it, Trajan. This ain't worth it. You're older now; you've got to live your own life and learn to let them go. "I know," he whispered to himself, "but I can't."

Rom moved forward until he was beside them and stared at the view, a small, melancholic smile gracing his features as he thought of his new start. New start. It sounded good.