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blame them, but something about them unnerved me.
“I think you went a little over board.” Eli said keeping his distance from me.
We settled down for the night, making makeshift beds out of wood and cloth. Farro used an enchantment to assemble all the pieces. He warned us that it may not be the most comfortable but it beats carrying a bed on your back. The river beside us reflected the moonlight, like a natural nightlight. And at the centre was the campfire, keeping us warm and making me feel a whole lot better. I don’t think sleeping in the dark would make me feel comfortable. Eli fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. Well, his rucksack. He snored away; it’s as if this is all normal to him. I lay listening to the various night life creatures, croaks and cheeps. It doesn’t sound that different from home.
“Sorry about that.” I said to Farro.
“Don’t even think about it, I was ready for it anyway.” He said his eyes moving side to side. “Once you learn to use your Totem, you will be able to control your power.”
“How much power are we talking here?” I said, curiosity getting the best of me.
“It all depends on the magician. Some are stronger than others.” Farro said.
“There are rumours of a man that was so powerful; he was able to move mountains.” Roko said.
“You better rest now; we have a long day ahead of us.” Farro said. I leant back down onto my rucksack, closing my eyes. Listening to the night life, I felt happy for the first time in a very long time. The image of mountains moving imprinted on my brain.
“How did he do that?” Roko whispered.
“I know it was magnificent.” Farro said I stopped listening to the wildlife and directed my attention to their conversation, being careful not to be noticed.
“He shouldn’t be able to cast a spell like that, especially at his level.” Roko said.
“He has a strong heart, it makes him powerful. Just like his father.” Farro said.
“I don’t like it.” Roko grunted. “It’s dangerous.”
“He will learn to control his power.”
“But what if he doesn’t or he does but not in time. It took me years of training to control magic. I don’t want to be killed because the kid wants to create a flower, but ends up creating an earthquake.” Roko protested. Dangerous. Me? The words tainting the colourful world around me. I wanted to eavesdrop some more but I’m exhausted and the sandman has other ideas. My eyes closed and the river lapping up against the bank lulled me to sleep.
11 –FOREST OF THE MIST-
We awoke early; Farro had made some sort of stew concoction, the smell lingering around the camp making sure we were all up and ready. Chunks of some meat, rabbit maybe or it could be chicken, I don’t even think he knew. It didn't taste all that good but it was food none the less. Food I desperately needed. I realised as we were hiking for almost four straight hours that I had slept soundly, no woman, no mirror, nothing. Something as plentiful as sleep is taken for granted. It’s not until you've not had any that you start to comprehend how good it is. The night’s rest invigorated me; it almost makes this whole trip worth it. Not for the magic, but for the peace. Eli was plodding along, kicking sticks up the path as he walked.
“What’s the matter?” I said noticing how quiet he’d been since we left camp.
“Nothing, I'm all right” Eli said lying like a twelve year old boy who just broke the neighbour’s window with a football.
“Don't be like that, this is all as strange to me as it is to you” I said
“No it isn't!” he grunted at me
“What do you mean?” I said
“I didn't know how dangerous it was going to be. The first night in and you were attacked and almost killed. I'm supposed to be here protecting you but I have nothing to
“I think you went a little over board.” Eli said keeping his distance from me.
We settled down for the night, making makeshift beds out of wood and cloth. Farro used an enchantment to assemble all the pieces. He warned us that it may not be the most comfortable but it beats carrying a bed on your back. The river beside us reflected the moonlight, like a natural nightlight. And at the centre was the campfire, keeping us warm and making me feel a whole lot better. I don’t think sleeping in the dark would make me feel comfortable. Eli fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. Well, his rucksack. He snored away; it’s as if this is all normal to him. I lay listening to the various night life creatures, croaks and cheeps. It doesn’t sound that different from home.
“Sorry about that.” I said to Farro.
“Don’t even think about it, I was ready for it anyway.” He said his eyes moving side to side. “Once you learn to use your Totem, you will be able to control your power.”
“How much power are we talking here?” I said, curiosity getting the best of me.
“It all depends on the magician. Some are stronger than others.” Farro said.
“There are rumours of a man that was so powerful; he was able to move mountains.” Roko said.
“You better rest now; we have a long day ahead of us.” Farro said. I leant back down onto my rucksack, closing my eyes. Listening to the night life, I felt happy for the first time in a very long time. The image of mountains moving imprinted on my brain.
“How did he do that?” Roko whispered.
“I know it was magnificent.” Farro said I stopped listening to the wildlife and directed my attention to their conversation, being careful not to be noticed.
“He shouldn’t be able to cast a spell like that, especially at his level.” Roko said.
“He has a strong heart, it makes him powerful. Just like his father.” Farro said.
“I don’t like it.” Roko grunted. “It’s dangerous.”
“He will learn to control his power.”
“But what if he doesn’t or he does but not in time. It took me years of training to control magic. I don’t want to be killed because the kid wants to create a flower, but ends up creating an earthquake.” Roko protested. Dangerous. Me? The words tainting the colourful world around me. I wanted to eavesdrop some more but I’m exhausted and the sandman has other ideas. My eyes closed and the river lapping up against the bank lulled me to sleep.
11 –FOREST OF THE MIST-
We awoke early; Farro had made some sort of stew concoction, the smell lingering around the camp making sure we were all up and ready. Chunks of some meat, rabbit maybe or it could be chicken, I don’t even think he knew. It didn't taste all that good but it was food none the less. Food I desperately needed. I realised as we were hiking for almost four straight hours that I had slept soundly, no woman, no mirror, nothing. Something as plentiful as sleep is taken for granted. It’s not until you've not had any that you start to comprehend how good it is. The night’s rest invigorated me; it almost makes this whole trip worth it. Not for the magic, but for the peace. Eli was plodding along, kicking sticks up the path as he walked.
“What’s the matter?” I said noticing how quiet he’d been since we left camp.
“Nothing, I'm all right” Eli said lying like a twelve year old boy who just broke the neighbour’s window with a football.
“Don't be like that, this is all as strange to me as it is to you” I said
“No it isn't!” he grunted at me
“What do you mean?” I said
“I didn't know how dangerous it was going to be. The first night in and you were attacked and almost killed. I'm supposed to be here protecting you but I have nothing to
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