My head thudded as it bounced of the cold, dark ground. Pangs of agony shot down my spine, and the taste of warm blood filled my mouth. It was not nearly as sweet as the dark figure towering over me would have me believe. I spat globs of dark red fluid from my mouth and struggled to get up, but in that moment by body shook and failed me. I collapsed once more. Still conscious, my mind raced as my body fought to drum up what strength remained within me.
The thoughts on my mind turned introspective as they'll often do even in such dire times. For a scholar my concentration was never something to be marvelled at. How did I get here? How could an educated man of moderate birth, bearing a degree from the University of the Holy Church and the love of the finest maiden I'd ever laid eyes on be brought so low? It started, as one might imagine, on the day she sailed West...
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Musings of a Wanderer (Work in Progress)
RandomAmidst the backdrop of renaissance, a prominent, successful scholar loses his longtime love and his world is shattered. On the brink of surrender fate intervenes and he crosses paths with a mysterious stranger who promises him wealth and power in ex...
