Serous Darkice can't sleep

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Serous lay on the bed in his chamber trying to drift to sleep. For the last two weeks, each attempt to sleep has become a greater challenge. It was as if his mind needed to continue working, regardless of how fatigued his body was--or, ironically, his mind for that matter.

The contemplation during these restless states was often meaningless. Serous would ask himself about what was he thinking and became frustrated when an answer wasn't apparent. Tonight's was different. Rather than responding to Serous with unfocused cacophony, his mind simply said it didn't know. Serous did not understand. He asked himself again how he came to be where he is: living in a castle, the sole apprentice of a powerful being (Serous sometimes questioned how human Darkoan actually was), learning to wield an control a power that he still doesn't understand why its at his disposal. His mind searched as far back in memory as it could, and no definitive answer was available.

The state of bewilderment annoyed Serous. His mind, despite being young--not even a proper adult by the count of years, was able to grasp most concepts. The study of his internal power was proof of this. Though not knowing why it was at his disposal, he learned how to control and wield it, even though the principles behind such ideas were the epitome of abstract. Serous knew he has been in the castle and under the tutelage of Darkoan for almost eight years. He also knew the existence of his power before then, but, tonight, was unable to connect the events together. At the very least, Serous knew he was thirteen years old.

Serous admonished his mind again for not having a memory of coming to the castle. How was it possible that he cannot remember? He acknowledged this was something he has never considered--of if he had, it was so long ago he couldn't remember. Perhaps time was the thief of this memory.

In the midst of his argument with his mind, Serous knew he had lain on his bed without sleeping longer than any of the recent nights. Tonight he blamed his restlessness on the moonlight pouring through the window. The illumination had always stimulated his mind -- even before coming to the castle. Finally, he yawned, and told himself he would ask Darkoan tomorrow about how he arrived at the castle. Serous was not going to waste the brief gateway to sleep his yawn provided.