redpandaknight999
A sixteen-year-old woodsman living alone at the edge of a quiet forest, where every day is carefully measured, written down, and kept under control. He has built his life around routine: checking his locks, hunting the woods, balancing ledgers in town, and filling journal after journal with proof that his life is still his own.
But small things have begun to slip.
A flower his mother loved. A voice in a crowded street. A smell of smoke with no fire. A word he should not know.
When a wealthy company of traders and mages arrives in Harrow's Ford, bringing spellcraft, rumors, and old things better left buried, Wulfsige is pulled toward a world far larger than the one he has tried to hide inside. Magic, he learns, is not as simple as words and power. Some things can be lost without dying. Some wounds can survive without names. And some memories were never meant to be carried by one person alone.
As Wulfsige searches for the truth behind the gaps in his mind, he must decide what is worse: remembering pain, or becoming someone who no longer can.
I am much more proud of the direction and plot of this story than any other I have ever wrote :p. The update schedule should be: Every Sunday and Wednesday 12:00am PDT (hopefully, I am pretty inconsistent all things considered)