It was quiet and dark on the street. A single street lamp looked down at the cobbled stones, the only source of light in the entire area. Nothing moved but the leaves on the trees and the distant rumble of thunder as a storm slowly rolled it's way into the area. The housing area was old and pristine, beautiful white fences outside of beautifully painted houses. Neat front lawns and arched doorways to rich families sleeping peacefully behind them.
A shadow moved, and from the darkness stepped a man, a cloak was clasped to his neck, and the hood was up over his head, the only visible portion of him was his hand, which had a wand clutched in it. He was of decent height, a handsome face covered in a dark brown beard, and long scraggly hair that was tied back out of sight behind the hood.
While handsome, his features suggested a hard life. Sunken in eyes, and hollow cheeks, his waistline suggested years of undernourishment. Though he had broad shoulders, his slightly hunched back suggested he had long been away from society.
His eyes darted around the lonely road, before striking out down the street. He was on a scent, a long forgotten scent that made his hands tremble. He had seen a woman earlier, a shadow of the past, and he had followed her. He wasn't sure what he wanted from her, he simply wanted to see her again. And so he walked down the road, keeping away from the streetlamps, keeping away from the sight of prying eyes. His head stooped, and his eyes darting around. They had left a busy street just moments ago, and were heading towards another busy street, but in that time he had lost her.
He wasn't sure if she knew he was onto her, but he knew that just maybe she had doubled around and was stalking him instead. He kept a sharp ear out for footsteps, and continued to walk. Finally turning into the busy street and blinking once as a car's headlights hit him and continued on, turning down the road and moving with the traffic.
Here Felix stopped, his shoulders sagging slightly. He didn't know why he was doing this, he was simply here, having followed a woman he thought was someone he knew, but couldn't even be sure of that. Maybe he had gone crazy.
Felix leaned against the wall of a shop, and brought his hand to his temples, groaning as he let his head fall back. Even if he had caught up with her, she'd probably have tried to kill him. But all he wanted was a look at her face, a look into the past at a time he had been feared and powerful. Before his fall, before his death. Before the time he had let everything slip away and he had been left alone.