The Path of The Ravager

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[font=Century Gothic]The rusty transport descended down the lower atmosphere, it's hull squeaking and shaking under the extreme pressure, and on the inside you could hear the rattle and the sound of the bulkheads buckling. But that's what all ships are built strong for, so it withstood it with little whinging.

As it landed on the docking pad, a metallic thump was heard, and the roaring engines slowly turned off.
Ignacio and his father, walking beside each other, exited the ship through the entrance ramp, and the boy gazed in wonder at the giant city on the planet of Crete. Houses, various strange buildings, stretching over a vast barren area, the ground looking somewhat bleak.
It all looked very majestic from the distant high position, and he immediately felt a curiosity to get to know it all.

It'd do as a home, for now.

[color=#FFFFFF]"Come, we got a little trip to our mansion ahead of us."

Alfredo found the land vehicle and got his son inside on the back seat, and they headed through the city towards their home.
The boy watched lazily as they passed many parts of the city, some incredibly luxurious, with multiple story mansions, great big courtyards, and some slums which looked as if animals were living in them, with dirt and trash covering the streets.

After an hour long trip, they arrived in one of the better looking parts of the city, passing several great mansions, made of white stone, all magnificent pieces of architecture, all looking as if royalty lived in them, they were all headquarters of various esteemed Corsair families. The boy looked at each one, wondering which one was theirs.
They got to the near end of the large street, in front of a big, rustic and not very well looked after mansion. It was obvious that it had been something glorious once before, but was not very well looked after lately. Nevertheless, it was something most would only dream of having.

They stepped out of the vehicle, and headed for the entrance. They passed a roomy courtyard, with semi-looked after green surfaces, and some strange looking sculptures along the wavy path, some of them various men, presumably the ancestors of the familia, and some he did not understand at all.

They walked in through the big wooden double door into the mansion, with a servant greeting them inside, an old man in some kind of suit, not really the most esteemed of servants, but he had a look about him, the boy could not place what exactly it was.

The boy thought that it should feel like home, that it should all be familiar, but he did not have any feelings for it, not in the slightest. But he just wrote it off as a consequence of his amnesia.
He had not lived that long anyways, so it was not as if he had much to remember in the first place.

They entered, a strange scent present inside, the boy could not quite determine what it was. It felt.. felt strange. Felt old, ancient even, and somehow.. powerful. He shrugged it off, and continued on his way.

Alfredo lead him up the stairs, to his room.
The boy stood on the treshold, looking into the large room, inhaling, taking it all in, and stepped in.
It looked strange, somehow did not feel like his own, didn't have the feel of his taste in it.
The walls were decorated with images of Crete, and several plastic models of Titans grazed the wall.
It wasn't so bad, at least it was home.

It was obviously Alfredo's dead son's room, though of course the boy figured it for his own.
The old man, it seems, kept it untouched ever since his son died, and he did not let anyone go in, not even to do some cleaning, wanting to preserve it just the way it was.

Alfredo got out of the room, leaving the boy in order for him to have some time to let it all sink in.

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