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 The Rising, Needles & Bug [M?]
Needles
Posted: Jun 30 2012, 09:03 PM


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The night was dark and still in Kalei. A gentle, cool wind trickled through, delicately nipping at those who were up. It was a few strokes past midnight and all the townspeople were in their beds. Shops were closed and the streets were quiet. Spring blossom petals twirled on the cobblestone ground, a splash of color in the day, but mysterious dancers during the night. The homes of the average citizens were sized fairly and were snuggled close to each other, seeming friendly and inviting. As one drew closer to the castle in the center of the kingdom the homes got larger and more decorative. Soon, one would come upon a white, stone  barrier with vines creeping along it that came to about one's waist. Through the gates of the barrier, the homes of the nobility could be found. The gated community had large homes and luxurious courtyards. Fountains sprinkled about, and small shops sprouted in available areas for luxious fabrics and jewels. 

The stillness of the night shattered as if it were glass. A single, shrill scream echoed into the night, reaching to the outer edges of the once stillness. The magestic castle, made of white and colorful stones, flared to life. Torches were lit and shouts broke out. 

"The queen! The queen!"

"Help!"

"Guards!"

"Hurry!"

"Prince Arik! Get them to Prince Arik's room!"

"He may still be alive!"

The servants, royal guards, and families of the castle screamed and shouted as they ran blindly through the castle. A gang of ruffiens, for reasons unknown, climbed the walls of the castle and stabbed her royal highness. They fled the room following her scream, and their whereabouts were unknown.

The guards flung open the intricately carved wood doors of Prince Arik's room and found it empty. His blankets and quilts were practically perfect from when the maids had made them the previous morning.

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Prince Arik shook as he gripped the wall of stone and ivy. His muscles trembled from fatigue as they used what little strength he had to grip to the wall. He had spent the day practicing combat and swordsmanship. His muscles were sore and tired from the long day of physical work, and struggled to hold to the wall. He was strong, and wasn't sticky like most of the nobility around him, but he wasn't nearly a strong man. He had a nice layer of toned muscle, but could still be beaten to mush by anyone of the laborers in the town. A simple, yet quality, brown tunic, and leggings were all he wore.

His chambers were a floor down and diagonal from his parent's - mother's - chambers. Being so close, it was easy for him to hear his mothers screams. Not only did he hear her, but he heard the men. He fell asleep in his training clothes, not even in bed. When he oriented himself he laced on his boots, got his sword, and began the climb down the wall. 

A gasp escaped his lips when his foot didn't touch the wall. A window! Still shaking, Arik moved to the side and downward so he was next the window. With all his bravery he crawled in. For a moment he laid on the floor, happy he was alive and not dead...

Like his mother.

Like his mother who was just murdered, and he was probably next. Arik scrambled from the floor and wiped his sweaty forehead. His life was in danger. All his life he knew being a prince was a cause for people to sometimes hate you and attempt to kill you brutally, but he never thought at nineteen he'd be running and climbing for his life. He was so stressed when his father would drill it into him that "one day the kingdom would have a new king," that he started to panic. Both his parents were dead, that meant he was... king. He still didn't know anything about being king! He was getting lessons, but that wasn't the same.

He had to leave. Arik took note of where he was; it was a packing room the guards had in the castle full of supplies. They liked to have it close to the royal chambers for short notice.  Running away was all that was on Arik's mind, but he didn't think long term. He just thought about getting out of the castle, not about surviving out of the palace walls. He grabbed ropes and grappling hooks, nothing else. Going through the halls was too dangerous, everyone would see him, and, worse, the murders might be out there. It'd be best to go down the wall. Ropes and hooks were looped all around his narrow frame as he began to suspend the wall. At each window he began a new hook, and soon, he reached the solid earth. 

The commotion he could hear inside was rabid, but he had to keep going. The chilly night nipped at his pale flesh as he ran stiffly, torch light from inside his only guide. He was sore, tired, miserable, stressed, and afraid of the world. There was no denying he had a pampered life, but he thought he'd have some strength when real life came knocking. But then he didn't think real life would knock down the door and come at him with knives. 

Knives like the group of men fleeing the castle far to his right were. His legs trembled and wanted to collapse beneath him. Those had to be the men who killed his mother. Small sounds of fear and sadness welled in his throat as he barreled through the doors into the stables.

The night was dark, but the dark shadows were far from still. 


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This... isn't my best work. I'm sorry. Posts from here on out will probably be better quality. :/


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Posted: Jul 2 2012, 07:53 PM


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It was a true Kalei spring; a cool breeze ran through the castle and brought with it the scent of blossoms and burning fires. Throughout the castle doors were closing for the night, the people behind them quietly preparing for sleep. Far below the squire’s halls and royal chambers the servant’s quarters were bustling. Cooks, cleaners, and attendants rushed in and out of the small room. When the cooks had finished piling the newly washed dishes they sat around a long table, gossiping and laughing about the residents of the castle. The workers and servants of the castle had a special talent for picking up information others would rather keep secret.

Caelan sat in a corner of the room by the fire. Her bronzed skin glowed in the light glinting off of the large broadsword she held. Caelan focused on the blade, scrubbing away every speck of dust and dirt that had built up over the day. She finished polishing the last section of the blade before placing it carefully back on the weapons rack. Caelan glanced quickly around the room, taking in pieces of conversation that filled the room with a quiet buzz. She stood and walked towards the small window, letting the breeze lift strands of her dark brown hair. Caelan quickly noticed a small group of people moving towards the castle wall.

She moved back into the room and asked the nearest servant if the castle was expecting anyone so late in the night. The servant simply shook her head and shuffled off into the kitchens. Caelan turned back to the window and could not find the group she had seen. With a sigh she walked back towards the fire to warm her hands. A hush had fallen over the room after most of the servants had left for the night.

And that is when she heard it. A blood-curdling scream, quickly followed by thundering footsteps and harsh yells from the castle guard. Switching instantly into a survival state of mind, Caelan grabbed the nearest sword and ran towards the kitchens. She weaved her way through the servant’s wing, still hearing shouts and footsteps from the floors above. She heard something about the queen, and perhaps that was the prince they called for.

Caelan stepped through another door and found herself outside. She walked around a corner and slipped into the stables. The shadows were deep and covered most of the small building. Caelan snatched a saddle from the wall and stepped into the nearest stall, comforting the horse before attaching the saddle. She had this all planned out; which horse she was taking, what she would take with her, and where she would hide the pack she was going to use. Once she had the saddle secured, Caelan dug through the dirt in the far corner of the stables, looking for a small pack she had put together months ago. The need to evacuate was a constant threat in the castle, and Caelan felt a certain level of security in being prepared.

Caelan was surrounded by her thoughts. They spiraled around her mind and brought her close to a frenzy. Focus, Caelan. You need to focus. She thought to herself. Now surrounded by dirt and hay and completely absorbed in her search for the pack, she failed to hear the footsteps outside the stable. She saw the doors burst open and felt someone tumble towards her. Caelan stood in a flash and fumbled for the sword she had brought with her and found it just in time to find the tip level with the nose of…

“Prince Arik…” she whispered. “I didn’t mean to… I thought you were… I’m so sorry.” Caelan was tripping over her words, not able to form a coherent thought. She lowered the sword slowly and placed it back in its sheath.

Nothing felt like it should, and the shadows were only making it worse for her.

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Your intro was fantastic! I'm a bit rusty so hopefully my replies will be better as time goes on...
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Posted: Jul 2 2012, 08:32 PM


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A cry almost escaped Arik’s lips when he saw the bronze-skinned girl. What was she doing there? As she stuttered her apologies he leapt at her and covered her mouth. With an urgent look he delicately placed a finger on his lips. He couldn’t have her calling the attention of the men. His heart pounded against his chest, threatening to beat right out. He felt like she was slowing down his process, but realized she already had a horse saddled up. She was obviously making a break for it as well. For a brief moment he thought about taking her horse, but decided that’d be a horrid thing to do. He’d have to take her with him, wherever it was he was going.

He removed his hand from her mouth when he was sure she understood to be quiet. He couldn’t hear the men, so they must have been going away from the stable. He made a sweeping motion, hoping to rush her onto the horse. There was no time for them to argue. They both wanted to leave, and if they wanted to get away it had to be done now. Arik pushed his spectacles calmed the horse. It was one of the palace’s paint mares. The queen loved to walk through the gardens with a horse by her side. It made Arik’s heart ache.


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It's okay! Your intro was great. ^^
My first replies are usually longer, but I feel so rushed for him I was rushing too. XD


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Posted: Jul 2 2012, 09:10 PM


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Caelan's eyes widened at the prince's hand over her mouth. She stayed quiet, trying to calm her shaking legs. The only thing she could hear now was her breath, pushing her ribcage too quickly. Her head felt light for a moment before she forced herself to breathe properly. She nodded at the prince, motioning towards the hole she had dug into the corner of the stable. She pushed away excess dirt and pulled out a large pack. She walked past the prince, glancing back to ensure he followed. Caelan checked her surroundings before strapping her pack to the horse’s saddle.

She patted the painted mare and gestured towards the prince. “I do not know what has happened, but I suggest we leave now, and do so quietly,” she whispered. Caelan lifted herself into the back of the saddle and extended a hand towards the prince. The night was growing, and anything could be waiting within the dark.
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Posted: Jul 2 2012, 09:43 PM


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With curious eyes Arik looked at the pack the girl collected. Was she prepared for a situation like this? Or was she planning to leave this night regardless of what was taking place? He nodded at what she said, appreciative that she was all in favor of leaving right away. He found it peculiar she didn't know what happened. He assumed with the commotion everyone knew.

When she mounted the horse it felt like slow motion. It felt as if they were having afternoon tea and discussing policies and the affairs of the duke rather than escaping. That wasn't the case though. It was his nerves overwhelming him. She moved quite quickly and even extended a hand to help him up. He had never ridden with anyone before, so this would certainly be an experience. He grabbed the reins and broke the mare into a run.

The mare wasn't a speedy horse, but it moved faster than a person could. The guards were starting to spill from the castle, but the pair escaped without notice into the courtyards of the nobility.


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Posted: Jul 3 2012, 02:47 PM


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Caelan saw the prince’s questioning look. “I… I like to be prepared,” she whispered. The prince moved as though his body was disconnected from his mind. His eyes were dazed as he climbed onto the horse and sat solidly in front of Caelan. Her hands still shook, now more unsure than ever of what to do. The prince grabbed the reins and Caelan braced herself for movement.

She nearly fell when the mare broke into a run, bursting through the stable doors and straight towards the courtyards. A small squeak escaped Caelan as her arms flung around the prince’s waist. Her eyes closed tightly as they moved farther away from the castle. She opened her eyes slowly and saw the noble’s houses flying past her, slowly transforming into the humble homes of villagers. The scenery changed again as they turned through the dirt and cobblestone streets. Structures of planks and thatched roofs became grasses and newly sprouted trees, growing deeper and denser as the pair rode into the surrounding forest.
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Posted: Jul 3 2012, 03:20 PM


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The wind whipped strands of Arik's hair around as the mare carried them through the city. He was surprised when the girl wrapped her arms around him. It was the natural thing to do, but he hadn't thought about it. For a moment he was slightly insecure about his narrow body, but the nerves took over again

The city changed quickly and soon they weren't in the city at all. Expanses of grass and plants were around them, and then forest trees were all around them. The mare slowed in the forest, but carried on until Arik stopped her in tight clearing illuminated by the moonlight. He slipped off of the horse and ran his hands through his hair. They had gotten away, they were safe. It didn't feel relieving though. The pain of what happened hit Arik full force as he sat on the ground letting silent sobs rack his body. His father was dead, and now so was his mother. 

He had no one left.


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Posted: Jul 4 2012, 11:04 AM


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Caelan knew the forest well. Her father had taught her all there is to know about the forest; every path, every plant, and every animal that may be waiting. She recognized the well worn path they traveled. The horse slowed, giving Caelan a better sense of balance. She slowly unraveled her arms from around the prince and muttered a shy apology. The moonlight struggled to shine through the dense canopy of leaves above them as they moved along the path. The prince guided them into a small clearing drowned in light from the moon.

She shifted in the saddle in an attempt to shake her sense of exhaustion and fear. She slipped carefully from the saddle after the prince and began untying the pack. Turning back to the prince she saw him, in the center of the clearing, crumpled and sobbing. Only then did the pieces click and Caelan realized what had happened at the castle. The bloodcurdling scream, the guards, the prince himself… something had happened to the Queen.

She stepped forward slowly and placed a hand gently on the prince’s shoulder. “I… I am so sorry.” She paused for a moment, completely unsure of what to do. “Here, drink this.” Caelan dug through the pack for a flask of water she had filled on her way through the kitchens. She popped the lid open and handed it to the prince, hoping it would help him if only in a small way.
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Posted: Jul 4 2012, 04:53 PM


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Arik flinched when he felt the girl's hand. Her apology made his heart ache. That's all people could do when someone close to you died. They looked on with sympathetic eyes full of pity, acted as if they felt exactly what he did. He didn't know this girl so he didn't know her hardships, but she didn't know his pain.

When she held out the flask he took it unquestioningly and had a sip, moistening his dry mouth. He returned the flask and nodded his thanks. His face was still contorted in pain as he removed his glasses and wipped his wet face. A few sniffles followed and he put on his glasses. Arik knew he couldn't melt down completely right now. As much as he wanted to curl up, his upbringing told him to get control of himself and act dignified. That's what his parents would have wanted.

Even with a heavy twisting in his chest he stood and dusted himself off. With a deep breath he bowed politely to the girl before saying, "May I ask your name, Miss?"


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Posted: Jul 5 2012, 09:23 AM


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Caelan took back the flask with a shaking hand. Her body was still buzzing with fear but the sensation was fading fast. She walked slowly back towards the horse, leading the mare further into the clearing and fastening her reins to a tree nearby. She set the pack down there, digging through until she found the small, one-person sleep cover.

She glanced back at the prince. He looked so shaken, so tired. She had felt him flinch at her hand, the same behavior she herself had shown when her father passed. She was only fifteen then, and he was her only family left. Caelan left her small village home for a servant’s job at the castle and had been working every day and night since. She knew how his heart ached, how his chest felt empty but still much too heavy.

Caelan snapped herself out of the daydream and focused her attention on the prince. She was surprised to find him bowing, showing such ingrained formality that ran through the noble and royal families. “My name is Caelan Brodie.” She spoke quietly and curtseyed in return. Caelan looked at the sleep cover she now held. “Here, you can use this. It’ll keep you warm.” She handed the bundle to him and again went to the pack, this time extracting an extra set of clothes. She slipped everything on as an extra layer and grabbed the sword from the side of the saddle. “You should try to sleep. These bushes are good cover, for now.” Caelan gestured to the area across the clearing. Her eyelids were becoming heavy; she wasn’t sure how much longer her energy would last.
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Posted: Jul 5 2012, 09:52 AM


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The girl seemed lost in her thoughts, but Arik's question seemed to bring her off the clouds she was lost in. Caelan, it was a nice name. It was normal and not layered with arrogance and power. He wondered if her formality was in her character, or if it was because he was the prince. He didn't care that much. When she gave him the bundled up blanket he was surprised, but accepted. He wrapped it around his shoulders, realizing it was rather chilly.

When Caelan started to layer on clothes he instantly felt guilt. Her survival pack was made for one, not two. This was the only blanket. He glanced at the bushes she advised using. They would be good enough cover, but it wouldn't be the luxurious bed he was used to.

"Miss Brodie," he said as he approached her with the blanket outstretched, "I appreciate your kindness and generosity, but I cannot accept this. It is yours and it'd do me much pleasure if you'd please you it." Arik crouched beside her and smiled. He looked into her eyes and tried to express exactly how much her kindness at this time meant to him.


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Posted: Jul 5 2012, 10:45 AM


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Caelan looked curiously at the prince. He would be used to luxury and warmth, Caelan hadn’t expected him to be giving the blanket back to her. “I… You don’t need to… Thank you. Your highness.” Her words became jumbled again as the prince looked at her. She could see clearly how grateful he was for the small comfort she had tried to give him.

Caelan removed the extra layer of clothes and folded them neatly back into the pack. “If you want a bit of extra warmth, you could line the area you lay on with leaves… sometimes that helps,” she said quietly. If felt wrong for her to have the warmth and not the prince, but she could not argue with him. He was still the prince, and she still served under him. She settled in under an overhanging bush and set the sword by her side. Something within her settled into place, calming the chaos she felt. Her eyes slipped closed and she let sleep wash over her.
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Posted: Jul 5 2012, 12:27 PM


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Arik smiled as Caelan took the blanket. He was glad she didn't argue, but then it was probably because she saw it as an order. With a small nod he stood and looked around the clearing at the bushes. The mare was burying her nose in a bush, chomping away at the extra snack. Looking inquisitive, he stepped towards the center of the clearing. Where could he sleep? 

He scratched his head and turned back towards Caelan as she spoke. We're these leaves warm? He nodded and found some lush looking bushes to worm under. The breeze couldn't reach him under the bushes, how wonderful. He pulled loose leaves close around him into a little nest. It wasn't his bed, but it what something. He settled in and tried to sleep instead of focusing on his parents death.


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A door slammed somewhere far down the hall. Nyoka cringed, stepping quietly out of his quarters. He was a mous-like man; small, worrisome, and always moving. He turned a corner, walking slowly in the opposite direction of Lord Ortherion's chambers.

"Oh... this is not good... not good at all..." he muttered. He wrung his hands, trying to concentrate. How could he explain that the boy was missing? It was as if he had simply dissolved into thin air. The prince's room had looked untouched, and no one could find him anywhere. Nyoka was the unfortunate soul charged with the task of giving Lord Ortherion the bad news. "Maybe... Your grace, I am afraid I have terrible news. No, no that's terrible..."

Nyoka continued muttering to himself as he took the long path through the castle in the general direction of Lord Ortherion's room. "My lord, I have news you may wish to hear." He shook his head again and continued to reshape his words. He turned another corner and found himself standing in front of the doors to Lord Ortherion's room. His hands began to tremble at the thought of the news he was about to deliver. He knocked twice and awaited an answer.

Upon hearing Ortherion's voice, Nyoka stepped gingerly through the doors and let them close solidly behind him.

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Sunlight found its way through the leaves signaling an early start to another day. Caelan rolled over to face the inside of the clearing. It was still quite cool, but the blanket had kept her warm through the night. She sat up slowly and registered her surroundings. The mare still stood tied to a tree, and the prince still slept beneath one of the bushes. He had made a nest of leaves around him, barely enough to keep him warm.

Caelan walked slowly towards him and laid the blanket gently over him. A little extra warmth wouldn’t do any harm. Caelan covered the spot she had been laying in and grabbed her sword. She attached the pack to the horse’s saddle and with a last glance at the prince, she stepped out of the clearing.

Only a few steps down the path, Caelan found a cluster of berries. She inspected them carefully, splitting one open to make sure they were not poisonous. They were edible berries, thankfully. She grabbed three handfuls and wrapped them in a piece of cloth. She walked further into the forest, listening for any animals that could turn into breakfast for the pair.

After quite a long time, Caelan began walking back to the clearing. No animals had shown up, but she was able to find a small creek where she struggled to catch a fish. Her efforts were rewarded and she was able to catch one fairly sized fish and more berries. She smiled slightly to herself, feeling happy that her hunting skills had not dulled over her time spent in the castle.
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Posted: Jul 5 2012, 06:01 PM


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Ortherion gazed into a mirror. His face was long with a strong nose and brilliant blue eyes, traces of wrinkles forming. His skin was pale and contrasted with his slick black hair. Sometimes the man looked ill, but he always had a small lingering smile on his lips. It seemed innocent, but it was full of cruel intentions. He imagined the blue and white robes he wore now replaced with the gold and blue robes of the royalty and King Chet's crown on his head. His eyes seemed to swirl with darkness and greed at the thought.

With the royal family disposed of he could step into power. It would start off as temporary, but with his magic he would force his reign on Kalei. Arik the spindle-y boy had somehow put up a fight, and escaped, but he sent his men after him. Surely he was disposed of by now.

Killing them all hadn't been something he wanted to do, but it was the only way. Chet was too kind and would eventually bring the kingdom down. Queen Aliss was unfortunate. Such a beautiful woman, Ortherion would have loved to have kept her to warm his bed, but she had too much spirit and would have resisted him. Arik was caught in the crossfire since he would have been next in line for the throne. With them all gone, there was no one in his way. 

A gleaming smile broke onto his face when he heard the pathetic knock of Nyoka. The boy had obviously been disposed of then, good.

"Come in Nyoka, you weasel." Nyoka entered Ortherion turned with his arms out and his smile beaming.

"It has been done, Nyoka. They are gone. It has taken time, but it has been done. The potion I used for Chet was a little worrisome, but much cleaner than the other two. One can't simply go around stabbing the king after all. His whore and son most certainly though." A merry yet terrifying laugh erupted from Ortherion's throat. His joy was frightening.

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When Arik awakened his back hurt, his neck was stiff, and leaves were stuck all over him. Falling asleep in the forest was hard. Strange sounds lurked in the dark, and he wasn't in his warm bed in his safe castle. Well, not so safe. Thoughts of his parents kept him awake. Tears burned his eyes for hours until there was nothing left to cry. He was just hollow. 

With a slight groan he rolled out from under the bushes, for a moment afraid. The blanket? What was it doing on him? He looked to the bushes where Caelan had slept and saw she was gone. What? Where could she have gone? Did she leave him?

He knew nothing about Caelan, but he had felt safe having someone with him. He didn't know what to do out here. All he knew was he couldn't stay at the castle. What he expected to do out here he didn't know. Arik knew there was a town through the forest, he could go there. To do what he didn't know,but it was a start. 

Arik sighed and stood in the center of the clearing.


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