It was the new year and while many were skittering about to celebrate and were making their fanciful wishes about changes another found himself lurking in the darkened performing tent that was farther away from the rest. In all honesty Cyril just couldn't’ find it in himself to really feel happy about another year passing them by. There were too many changes lately including his own mother’s relationships that just bothered him and he found his previously more stoic nature twisting more and more into a shorter temper. Recently it truly made him worried and he found himself going through more and more training regiments to try and burn out the tangle of emotions that continuously welled up inside of his chest. It was like a spring so tightly coiled that he worried it would eventually snap and someone would be hurt by it. More than likely he worried that it would be his mother that he lashed out towards. Cyril shook his head at the thought as he parried another shadow in the tent, his training sword one of many items that he practiced with while he tried to find out what fit his own desires best. He had been through dancing, he had tried twisting his body like his brother and mother, fighting, medicine and even gods forbid merchandising but nothing seemed to really settle with him. The hybrid teen let out another sigh as he tossed the dull blade towards the side and picked up one of the curved fire sticks that the flame performances used during their shows. He enjoyed the feeling of fire against his skin and the way that the lights flickered whenever they danced but it seemed too simple to just be a dancer. He wanted to do something that could also allow him to feel a bit more powerful and not helpless like he had felt during this last year. Cyril despised the changes and he had even spoken with his brother, albeit a bit drunkenly at the time, about going towards Yael to try and find out the truth about their missing father. “I will do it.” He muttered under his breath before smoothly moving to the silent rhythm of the music in his mind. While others may be making wishes about changing themselves this year, Cyril was about changing his path completely. He would find out what role he wanted to play and he would also travel away from Belrea and take control of his family. Even if their mother wanted to move on Cyril still wanted to know why she had to be alone in the first place. It was a burning question that haunted him more and more in the recent weeks. Seeing that Selim was accepting things only made his desire to move grow even more. Cyril was not about to sit around and just watch as things changed around him! No, he was not going to be passive this time around!

As he twisted along with the dance, Cyril thought about all the savings he had acquired over the most recent years. His secret stash had grown quite significantly and he was certain it would pay for passage across the ocean and towards the smaller island country that he had heard so much about. Superstitious Yaeli who would be aghast to see how advanced Belrea truly was. Maybe that was what had scared their father away? Cyril shook his head at the thought before forcing himself to focus more on his training. While he was here he would work hard and keep earning coin while training himself for whatever role he chose but he was determined to break away and finally travel from home. It was about time that they found out the truth and Cyril was determined that this year would be different from the last. Finding out about their past, the true past, would be a step forward to finding out about who he truly was and what he wanted to become. Cyril closed his eyes tightly at the thought, a headache rising again from the tension of everything, before finally plopping down to the ground as his dance routine finished. He could hear the crowds gathering around the tents, performers gathering to celebrate the rest of the night away with dancing and drinks, and the teen knew that he should return to his family to check on them. If no one was home then well he could just try and sleep early perhaps or at least find some sort of book to read while others wasted their time partying the night away for the new year.

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