[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color: ; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; width: 310px;][font=times new roman]at the crack of dawn, Hephaestus had arrived at his destination- or, rather, what he thought was his destination.
it was hard to tell where he was, exactly, on account of his blindness- with no supernatural powers to assist him in daily life, the child relied solely on his heightened remaining senses. he had no Sight to guide him; his world was dark, and had always been dark, and would most likely stay dark until he died.
but he had been sure that the journey would be an easy one. the Dominion wasn't too far from the Noblelands, from what he had gathered. his reasoning was that, if he had lived most of his life stumbling around in a confined area, then he could stumble around in an open area and would be able to function efficiently enough to get to where he wanted to go. flawed logic? absolutely. but he had set off on his own anyway- and look where it had gotten him.
evidently, his remaining facilities and general inexperience navigating wasn't enough to get him to the Noblelands. he had set out north from the Dominion, saying goodbye to parents, finally leaving the nest at the age of ten months old- he had gone away searching for a land of castles, and ended up at a mansion after walking in two large circles and then switching directions (unbeknownst to himself, of course).
had it been bad foresight to embark on a journey to a foreign place alone, especially when you lacked the gift of sight?
absolutely. it was unquestionable that Hephaestus had made a grave mistake the second he stepped out of the Dominion's lands, but he was a prideful child and had assured others (and himself, though that was a bit hard) that he would arrive at the Noblelands unscathed.
but here he was; he stood bit too close to the mansion, but that couldn't be helped. he had just followed the scent and stopped when he felt it was necessary. he was a bit suspicious now (he hadn't expected to smell this many flowers by the Nobleland's walls), but was still sure that he had crossed onto the Nobleland's territory, and it showed on his face. a smidge triumphant, but otherwise just as deadpan and vacant in the expressions department as he normally was, the blind man sat poised on the border with his head held high.
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