While he pondered his life and the past events of the last six years, Casabon was at peace. He had a goal, and he knew how to conquer it, but he still lacked the ability to finish his mission with distinct style. After losing a decisive SKATE game against McRae Williams in his adolescence, he had learned not to to take anything for granted. He had learned to lean forward, and backward, with strenuous motions lead only by his own will and not that of the Judges or other Trodden signing themselves off as the Coaches.
But he would soon see the end of his path. The end of the Oath of Style. The beginning of something new entirely.
The beginning of...