Vin had never been here before but it had felt like home to him. The half dragon had been traveling through the grasslands when he stumbled upon this wasteland.
Vin was in his human form walking along the lifeless ground mesmerized by everything he saw. He then decided to relax still resting his had on his weapon just incase.

Finally a place where I can rest... Vin thought sighing softly. ...ah it feels like home...just like.....my house........

Dpression soon took its effects on him. It always seemed easier to give in to it than to pretend to be happy. Memories of his mother a father began to fill his mind. He remembered them telling him how much they hated him...how everything was always his fault. A noise from his left brought him out of his bad memories. Vin never had any good memories of his parents. To his parents he was a mistake. Vin looked to his left and saw nothing but knew something was there. He kept his hand on his sword ready for anything that approached. Vin had a bad feeling about his place. Even though it reminded him of his own home it was still enough to make him shiver.

(sorry for the post, I forgot where I was)