Sitting in an alleyway I took out the paper I received from Luciden. A magical feathered pen with the tip dipped in ink appeared. I reached out for the feathered pen and began to write "please help me." I sat down with the pen and paper to wait for the response.The smell of burning filled the air.
The paper slowly burned from a fire that appeared out of nowhere. It had to be magic that was the only way. Soon after the pen had vanished too. Surprised by this, I closed my eyes quickly and panicked. I knew I was the next to be vanishing. Opening my eyes and looking down, my hand slowly started to fade.
My torso started to fade along with it. I held my breath and closed my eyes so the fading could go faster. My eyesight started to get darker and I could barely see light through my eyelids. "Artarum, what's the matter? Did the plan backfire?" I heard Lucidens voice in the darkness.
I wonder if I made it to him yet. "You can open your eyes now." I opened my eyes and looked around. I was back inside the little shack in the forest. I let out a huge relief that I was back in a safe space away from all the running from the guards.
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The Misfortunate One
FantasyBlind Arion living with his grandmother all 18 years of his life suddenly dies?! Then gets the chance to be reincarnated into another world. Magic is now existent in this new world.What will he do on this exciting adventure filled with with friendsh...
