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A small sigh escaped the lips of a weary young man, his legs hurting from walking a large distance from his previous abode, under the strain of the few items he kept with him. Mainly a spare set of clothes and a few pieces of food.
Why had things come to this? He simply wished to go back before he discovered his love for all things arcane, before his mother had become greedy and selfish in using his talents.
His legs became less stable, shaking now, begging to be relieved and for him to sit. He relented, sighing in an exhausted fashion as he leaned against a nearby rock formation. A small amount of shade shielding him from the sun's harsh gaze.
"Haah.." He panted. " I should have invested sometime in some sort of creation spell.." He stated. Rubbing the sweat from his brow as he looked off.
He had no clear goal in mind. And was very confused as to what to do next... Or at all for that matter.
He left on a whim. No clear plan nor goal in mind.. This fact was coming to haunt him. But he held hope that there was yet a chance for this venture of his. He wouldn't go back. Not now.
...but a few more minutes of rest would be greatly appreciated...
And with that, he gently drifted to sleep. Taking a small nap after strenuous exercise
Why had things come to this? He simply wished to go back before he discovered his love for all things arcane, before his mother had become greedy and selfish in using his talents.
His legs became less stable, shaking now, begging to be relieved and for him to sit. He relented, sighing in an exhausted fashion as he leaned against a nearby rock formation. A small amount of shade shielding him from the sun's harsh gaze.
"Haah.." He panted. " I should have invested sometime in some sort of creation spell.." He stated. Rubbing the sweat from his brow as he looked off.
He had no clear goal in mind. And was very confused as to what to do next... Or at all for that matter.
He left on a whim. No clear plan nor goal in mind.. This fact was coming to haunt him. But he held hope that there was yet a chance for this venture of his. He wouldn't go back. Not now.
...but a few more minutes of rest would be greatly appreciated...
And with that, he gently drifted to sleep. Taking a small nap after strenuous exercise