New Journey

Donnie walked out of his room wearing the school's custom-made combat suit. The material was excellent, with flexibility and stretch that suited him well. He carried a backpack and headed fully armed toward the school gates. He had not said goodbye to the professor or the others. When he had asked them for a combat suit last night, it had already been equivalent to telling them he was leaving. Some things did not need to be spoken aloud; they would only intensify the sadness of parting. This was his choice.