I had seemingly exercised my teleportation spell, or perhaps it was that I had warped for no apparent reason; for that I appeared in a hazy dell that had bright green trees fluttering as brisk wind approaches, the rustling sound accompanied by the distinct smell of heatherscented air acted as a greeting, almost as if I was welcomed to enter this seemingly intimidating forest that made appearance out of nowhere. There were Zorphax birds chirping as they laid on the trees above which seemed to me like Odlarch. These were not often found in the region of Blaughweth. Perhaps I had travelled a distance much further than I thought. The book of potions in the library of Blaughweth once mentioned that these trees were once prominent for the usage of regeneration potions, until another resource took its place. If I was indeed certain, the interior of the tree should sustain clean water, for it was rumoured to be blessed by a prestigious being named Flapsea. Anorthwest sea habitant twice the size of an average Saih.
As I continued venturing into the forest by mere instinct, I had definitively forgotten about my drought and hunger. I had noticed that the trees we came across previously could've satisfy my thirstiness; but couldn't be bothered. My nature was to continue proceeding into the forest as if it was a great option, for as dusk approaches I had ought to be prepared to battle against foes of any sort. Soon I had smelled a faint essence of cherries and chocolates, almost as if it were to deceive me due to my hunger. The atmosphere was thickening as the aroma grew stronger, the scent was rather familiar, almost as if it was a certain substance that I had recognised; the farther I went; the closer I was to realising that this was no ordinary impasse. It was as I thought; a group of Piddacs, those who use condemned magic to particularly kill any living being in their way, the most gruesome and irrational people in the magic community. They were censured people that were immensely dangerous. Perhaps my spontaneous reaction, or suggestive, was to flee; but somehow I stayed; somehow I believed I was capable of fighting them off; perhaps there was a reason I was here; perhaps I was meant to fight.
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Misfortune Without A Conscience #Wattys2017
FantasyRyder Philip, an individual characterised as one reclusive, isolated and disconnected from the social world. But what he is acknowledged of has him be destined to embark on a compelling journey unseen ever before. Ryder was a Saih, one whom possesse...
