You should read the prologue for this before you read it! If you don’t, you wont understand what is going on!
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Mysterion walked in the woods, humming to himself. He stopped and plucked an apple from a tree and proceeded to eat it. Munching on the apple, he strolled in the woods, in the slowly dwindling sunlight. He glanced up at the darkening sky. * I really should find somewhere to camp for the night. * He heard the soft rushing of flowing water. Smiling to himself, he altered his course toward the sound of the water. He lay on the bank watching the sun go down. He let his feet trail in the water, as he lay there, drowsily. His eyes closed and soon he fell fast asleep.
He was awakened by the call of a bird. Yawning, he stretched, and stood up. He sheathed his sword, and began to walk down the bank of the river. Soon, he heard the sound of singing. Curious, he followed the sound. He came upon a clearing. In the clearing, was an Elf. He was just walking around the clearing, singing to himself. He seemed to be waiting for someone. As Mysterion stepped into the clearing he stopped singing. He turned to Mysterion, a wide smile breaking out on his face.
“Finally! You’re here!” he exclaimed. He ran over and bowed.
“How did you know that I would be here?” he asked. Then with hope blossoming in his chest, he asked, “Do you know who I am?!?!” the stranger smiled.
“Aye, I do. But I am not the one to tell you. You must discover whom you are on your own. I can tell you one thing. You had many friends. But they all think you dead. And if I do say so myself, you should be. Your wound was grievous. It is a miracle that you survived, with the worst injury being your memory loss. But you were in a coma for about fifteen years. ” He said, leading Mysterion into the woods. Mysterion blinked at him. This man seemed to know a lot. The stranger glanced sideways at him. Mysterion looked for a brief second into his eyes, and saw centuries of wisdom.
“What….What is your name?” Mysterion asked. The stranger briefly closed his eyes, as if the question pained him. After a moment he replied.
“You may call me Verinde.” He said leading him into another clearing. This clearing had a small hut in the middle, and Mysterion presumed it was Verinde’s. His guess was proved correct, as Verinde led him into the hut and poured him a cup of steaming tea. As Mysterion downed the cup of tea Verinde sat there studying him. It would be good for him, what he would go through, Verinde thought to himself, for Verinde knew many things that would come to pass, and not the least was Mysterion’s future.
“Where do you plan to go now?” he asked him. Mysterion looked at him and shrugged.
“I don’t really know. I’m just going to wander the land and try to figure out who I am.” He said, downing the last bit of his tea. Verinde studied him for a moment, and then smiled.
“Aye, that is what you must do. Wander the lands, give help to all those in need of it, and befriend them. For on your journey you will make a true friend and a true love, and at journey’s end all shall be revealed to you, and you will finally come home.”
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