[onyxmatt]

Watching a storm roll across the desert is awe inspiring. The sky is swallowed by darkness and the air becomes close, in the distance you see the lightening dancing from cloud to cloud, then a crack of thunder warning all who observe the power contained within, all this long before you feel a drop of rain. Then you wait and you wait, the blanket of shadow grows thicker, the air clings so tight it suffocates, the lightening carves it's way through the horizon and the thunder drums so loud your heart skips.

Still you wait in anticipation of the conclusion and then and only then you feel the first drops of rain impact upon your face, the elements play out their symphony around you as the torrent soaks your very soul.

None have been able to predict how long they will last, none have guessed at the carnage they will leave in their wake.

My name is Karus, I'm a Fyros refugee. I've always been a refugee. I live with my mother and sister in the refugee camps. We get by, life isn't great but it's not particularly bad either.

If you ask me what I do, I'd tell you this and that, normally sitting in the shade when not hunting the odd Yubo to feed my family. I've never really had a calling in life and until now never really wanted one.

As I sit here looking out across the desert, watching a storm roll in, I know that there is another bigger storm approaching.

Two days ago I started hearing rumours of war, some communication out of Pyr from a man named Jyudas. Rumour has it that he sent a letter detailing events that will lead to war between the factions of the Kami and the Karavan. No one is safe not even here in the refugee camps. I guess it's time to get off my behind and actually act, I have to see if I can protect my family and friends in camps, and I know that is something I cannot do here.

Tomorrow I will leave for Pyr, I will find this Jyudas if I can and I will offer him my help, whatever use it will be. I mean I've heard he is part of a group called The Samsara, that he is a hardened warrior. What use would he have of me, I guess I could cook for him, I'm a fair cook. Heh, who knows he may even offer to train me.

Karus - The Samsara