So long sentiment it doesn't mater now...

Ken walked out to the lake his arms completely bandaged. He had a white jacket on and blue jeans. Snow was falling down from the sky above slowly covering the ground in its cold, white, colorless blanket. He sat down at the edge his sword next to him. "He was suprised. He should be in trouble right now. Sure he burned the evidence but the dragon had seen him out there hadn't it? After pondering it for a bit his thought ender up dragging into his hatred for his mother. Why had she done nothing for him to remove this curse he was tired of seeing people he knew dying. All the death that he had seen. Every one he ever became friends with *DEAD*. It was unfair for every one. Not like it really matters any more any way. At this point every one at camp probably hated him. They haven't even found out what he was doing but most people could care less about what happened to me as it is. Throwing that on the fire would probably make them ready to kill me. It was his fault any way. The few people that tried to get close he pushed them away.