Not much sleep was bestowed upon you that night as you tumbled through the ominous woods, alone. Praying to whatever deity up high to save you from your assailant.
You can hear him sneaking in the shadow after you, jumping from cover to cover as you try to reach some form of shelter .
Your lungs burn and your armor burdens you greatly. Most of your equipment was left next to the fresh bodies of your previous teammates.
That is when your exhaustion takes its toll. Your leg slips on the wet mud sending you face first in to the river, which you failed to notice, You suffocate and tumble around like a rag doll as the flow of the water drags you deeper and deeper into unconsciousness.
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Tales Of Mortalia
Фэнтезиthe rules are simple . i write this story whenever i get inspired . i cannot plan ahead and every thing needs to be logical and related . the pace of this story will be very slow but istill hope you guys and girls enjoy
