It was a beautiful day in Lancing in West Sussex, England, one that found quite a few people walking the streets rather than drive. Among these people was a young man that looked to be in his later teens. He seemed to be a rather calm individual, blending in quite well with the rest of the crowd, though his gait seemed to carry with it an air of authority, of charisma. Yes, Rail Silver found it was quite a beautiful day indeed. That was why, while he had time off between fencing lessons with his butler and dinner with his parents, Rail found himself walking the streets of this quaint little village he lived in. Though smaller than a city, it was quite large for an English village. It was for this very reason that Rail's parents had moved here shortly after his birth, giving their son a beautiful place to call home. Though he had spent most of his life being tutored rather than attending school with other children, Rail had still made many friends in Lancing. This was, of course, due to his selfless nature. The very same selfless nature that had landed him in his current predicament. Any day now, Rail expected to meet the fiancée his parents had arranged for him to marry. He could still remember the argument he had started over this, pointing out that he had little time for marriage when there were so many other important things to do. His parents had countered by stating that none of the things he had referred to affected him in any way, merely being the troubles of others. While Rail could not deny this, his selfless nature couldn't allow him to think about himself for even a moment. He had, of course, reluctantly agreed to the marriage, but he didn't profess to worrying much about it. He would let his parents sort out the details in their own time. For now, Rail would simply walk the streets of Lancing, keeping his eyes peeled for any place where his help might be needed. Yes, it was indeed a beautiful day to be alive.





