themarkofmastery
This was not his home, but he'd seen little choice but to land here.
For hours now, the young keybearer had scoured the Lanes Between in search of the Land of Departure. His efforts fell short, however, concern mounting with every moment that went by. Eraqus was sure that he had followed the correct directions; he'd traveled the worlds many times before, after all! The surrounding lands were all there, just were they usually were, but it was as if his own had just simply ceased to exist!
Whole worlds didn't just disappear for no good reason, right!?
Lingering in the Lanes for too long didn't settle well with the teenager. True - his armor provided protection from the dark forces that lurked in this hostile environment, but despite this he still felt terribly exposed. He wasn't about to mess with that which he didn't fully understand, thinking it wise that he take a break from his search. He was pretty exhausted by now, too - maybe he'd mistook this section of the lanes for another!
It became quite obvious that he wouldn't find his home before morning. There was little choice but for Eraqus to take shelter and accept that he'd be in for one hell of a grilling upon his return. This finalised his decision to find land to rest on and start his search anew after a bit of sleep, his keyblade glider swerving sharply towards one of the outlying worlds...
--And then, as was fairly typical for him, the boys' transport veered dangerously into a brightly-lit town. Still unused to the controls of his glider, he only just managed to miss the very center by a few yards, instead smashing it into a back alley.
"...Damn!"
Groaning, the lad pulled himself out from a stack of barrels after a good few moments, noting that it had now been reduced into a near-unrecognisable heap of splintered wood. His glider and armor were quickly dismissed, just in case someone saw fit to investigate the commotion. He could easily claim to have fallen from a nearby roof, right?
"Geez, look at this mess..."
