Interrupted Midnight Stroll Part I

"I hate this feeling." Mane grumbled unhappily as he walked all alone on the deserted grounds of the Academy. He kicked away a stray pebble in frustration. On this lonely night, only the street lamps served as his escorts in his midnight stroll. What was normally a walk to clear his mind of all unnecessary thoughts was turning into a royal 'grumble', with the unwanted intrusion of several useless opinions, each eager to kick the other out, Mane wasn't able to achieve the desired effect.

His late night strolls was a habit he had picked up two years ago, when he realised that there were some things that even a few hours of meditation could not fix. The cool night air that caressed his cheeks and stroked his hair was a much appreciated difference to his life of endless fighting and training. Though leaving the dormitories after the lights out bell had rung- which was at 10pm- was illegal, Mane had been breaching this rule without any adverse consequences. Mainly be