Raven ran as fast as his legs could carry him on the paths until the sun faded down behind the horizon. The candescent blues and reds mixed together in a beautiful array of purples that no one could imagine in a painting. He loved the freedom that came with being a were. The freedom to run and not stop until days had passed. He would run forever, it felt.
"Now what is at Atra Solem for you, Raven? After you lost your power as an elf when Narscissus bit you, you still search for hope to gain your old life back? Omniprescence will never return to you. I'm only trying to help you," Raven's wolf form said to him.
"There is always hope. But no, there is..... Something else there for me," Raven responded.
After many many hours of traveling non-stop, he finally made it to Atra Solem. He quickly changed back to his elven form and walked through without any trouble from the gaurds. He was home.
(To Atra Solem. Loof for Evelyn's thread.)