Kenton Binks

It is difficult to summarize the life of a man as old as I, but I will do my best.

I was born right here in Corona City to a loving pair of teachers. My years as a child were as simple as you could make it; spent playing with the locals and going to school. Yes, my parents were my teachers. No, it did not mean they favoured me in my classes. Quite the opposite in fact; they expected more from me, not because they were harsh, but because they believed in my ability to surpass whatever challenge they gave me. I credit much of my thirst of knowledge to them.

This thirst for knowledge transformed into a dream to travel; to learn of the world beyond this city. So, come adulthood, I left. For years I hopped between city to city. Pliding, Gulsey, Ariven, back to Corona, like an ever-going cycle. I became a messenger between friends, took some courses because I could- did you know I was the top of my fencing class? I still have my sword with me.

I met the love of my life. Funnily enough, he was also a traveler, but he went clockwise instead of counter-clockwise. We wouldn't have run into each other had it not been for a mutual friend telling him to stay a bit longer to meet me.

We travelled together for a time before settling back in Corona when my parents passed away. I wanted to open a bookshop, you see, as it gave us the opportunity to tell the stories of our travels, like the fantastic displays of the performances we watched. Or the one time my partner fell off the boat pulling a net of fish heavier than himself.

Few more years pass of running the store, and he fell into an eternal sleep as well. Such is the ever-moving passage of time.

And here we are. With me, taking care of the store to this day, with storytelling sessions daily at 4pm. I thought this was to be how my tale would continue and yet... Lately, there has been some inkling of doubt in the back of my mind.

In all the years of my life, the stories regarding the barrier have been told time and again. Of how Lord Ansel erected it to protect us from the dangers of the outside world. And I pray to thank him for that everyday but... Is it not strange, for me to call myself a traveller when I have only been around Reverie? To say I have been everywhere, and to not count the outside of the shield as part of that everywhere?

Sorry Lord Ansel, forgive me.