Mark woke up 5 hour's later and started walking.
He walked until he heard yelling and a clash of swords, he ran towards the sound and what he saw was jaw dropping.
Mark saw a bunch of people in armour and robes fighting what looks like actual badits, and they were out numbered not by a lot but enough so that there losing.
Mark*I don't know if I should help or not, but what would I be able to do anyways?
Mark decided to see if he could do what he did with those guards last night to the bandits, he thought about pushing the bandits away with wind.
Nothing happened, Mark sighed in defeat but right when he did a big gust of wind made the bandits "fly" away, everyone looked at Mark in amazement. Mark could swear he saw stars in some peoples eyes, which weirded him out. All the guards and hired bodyguards that were fighting looked at him and saw his uniform.
G1=hey you, boy
Mark=huh, me?
BG1=ya you. How did you do that?!
G4=WAIT, look at his uniform!
G2=That looks like an inomic uniform, what are you doing away from the capital?
Mark=Im sorry, what?
BG5=what, did you lose your memory?
Mark=you could say that
G5=well whatever your reasoning is, it's probably a good one. If you don't mind me asking, what are you doing here?
Mark=well to be honest, I have not clue where I am right now
BG3=hey jack, don't we have a teleport scroll to Capnoth?
Jack(BG1)=yes but you can only use it once
BG3=lets give it to the kid, he shouldn't be out all the way over here
Jack=Sure, we can just buy another when we get to Valindy anyways
Mark=W-Well thanks? I guess
Jack=no problem kid
And just like that Mark used the scroll and appeared in Capnoth
(I feel really bad for not updating/publishing this chapter even though it was finished)
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Better left forgotten
FantasyMark Nickelson was just a random ordinary high school kid, nobody paid much attention to him. No one talked to him no one looked at him no one cared about him. Now what would happen if we put him in a world with magic?
