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...I do not know how I got there, but my feet seemed to have a will of their own, I came onto the outer steps of the cathedral, where my friends head had fallen, and knelt down beside it, softly stroking it's cheek, while murmuring words of apologies. I do not know how long I knelt there, it seemed an eternity, gazing at my friends decapitated head, looking deep into liveless eyes, whispering apologies and begging for forgiveness from a wordless tongue. The Elders found me there, and bound me into a large orb of magic, where I cannot cast spells save on myself. The judgement came swiftly, for I have used my magic to harm another. The magic was to be stripped of me, and I was to be exiled from Khalithia, neverto return. The stripping of the magic was a painful process, involving days of endless incantations. Three weeks later, it was all gone, no spells, no understanding. Nothing. I was given a small ship and a week's supply of food. Once the most renown mage in all of Khalithia, now a magic-less exile. None came to say goodbye, and under the watchful eyes of the guards, I set sail. Years have passed since I have left my beloved Khalithia, the endless seas giving me my only solace. When I saw land, I steered through another course, for I was determined to live on the sea and end my life on it's gentle waves. Then came a storm, and my ship came to it's mercy. For three days, the winds howled, and the seas roared, tossing my ship this way and another. I could barely steer my course, for my sails were broken and needed fixing. Soon, I gave up all control, thinking this the end of my suffering. I closed my eyes, and prayed to Khalith for the final time, not for rescue, but for redemption. Just as the ship formed cracks and water started flowing, it crashed into land. I woke up, to find myself on a large continent. A great swamp standing in front of me. Kythandria. My new home. |
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