The 15 year old Kartik walked quietly around a section of a mountain. He was enjoying the few moments he had to himself. He had been through class after class that day and people had bugged him about all the miniscule details of his life. At a couple points, he was ready to bite someones heads off. He just wanted to be alone. He kicked open a guitar case that was at his feet. His favorite instrument.
After a few minutes of strumming pointlessly on his guitar, he set it back in his case. His eyes darted around, trying to see if anyone was there. He listened intently, hoping he wouldn't hear the sound of leaves moving or anything that could mark the entrance of his former master.. or captor.
After a few minutes of strumming pointlessly on his guitar, he set it back in his case. His eyes darted around, trying to see if anyone was there. He listened intently, hoping he wouldn't hear the sound of leaves moving or anything that could mark the entrance of his former master.. or captor.