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"Was that really the title?" Inclen sighs disappointedly at her, definitely not pleased with how the title was. He could've sworn she has many better alternatives but no...
"So what? Do you have any other better idea of a title??" Banroe was see...
A black haired boy sat beside the oak tree taking its surroundings. He took a liking to the calming aura that it produced, making his mind at ease. A faint sound of swords clanking could be heard from a meter away.
When he closed his eyes, he heard a faint sound.
he opened his eyes in a heartbeat and saw the orange colour of the leaf landed on his page.
He had begun to be aware of his surroundings, all too well. Though, not his fault if he should be careful of his environment.
With his small soft hands, he plucked it up off his page, examining the hues of the leaf before releasing it, letting the wind take it away.
He closed his book with a faint thud and looked up at the tree. The black hair boy could tell that autumn is near with little colors of green leaves now soon turning red orange.
Taking in the calm environment, he stood up in his previous position. He could see a faint line of a person on the horizon but he wouldn't mind that.
Turning his head alongside his body was an everlasting tree that his father told him about. He could still hear the tale when his father told him the stories about it.
But of course, it was only a myth. He wouldn't believe that kind of stuff, thinking his father was naive to believe such an ancient myth.
