The Fallen:
9:40 Dragon, 3 years to the Mage-Templar war. "It is a nice day isnt it?" "Wha- what?" "Oh common Enansal whats wrong with you today?" "Nothing" It wasent nothing of course. Somthing is wrong about this place... Somthing I feel.... I wish Glinda could understand me, when mother sent me here I didint expect it to be so... Painful.. "Enansal??" "What?!" I have shouted for no reason like somthing told me to, Glinda started to look more serious than she was before, I could see her face change after the shout her smile have been lowerd slowly as well as her eyebrows I just knew it will come soon enough... "WHATS WRONG WITH YOU TODAY?! I MEAN I TRY TO BE FRIENDLY AND ALL BUT YOU SHOUT AT ME? Mage... typicall" "Excuse me? Our ancestors were mages too" "Spoiled **** Enansal these are stupid legends, you are dangerous and your mom is a fool for letting more than 3 mages to be in out clan" "Oh so what do you want to do with them? Throw them away? There are children there" "Yes that is what I want, them to be kicked out so I will live in peace and not like a criminal that get Lyrium from the Carta for safety" Before I could say somthing there was a weird smell, smelling like a mushroom soup, then I have seen where the smell comes from, a small hut, in wherever we are... How could somone live here? here... "Well thats nice" Glinda said it to poke me.
We got closer to the hut, then, a young family that looked like a normal family have been there, the woman had a commoner dress with a dimoand necklace,,, where she got it, she lives in a swamp a s-w-a-m-p... The man I could only assume was her husband looked like a slave, skinny, but literlly he had only skin and bones, and with a sad face, the problem is, we didint got to the house and I already knew how they looked like, what is going on here? To be continue....





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