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It was a cold and clear night down by the shore of Crobbear lake and the familiar smell of smoke was filling the air. A young man was sat next to a freshly made fire with his hands out, in deep thought about the events that led him up to this. Beside him was a journal, which had an old pencil on top and pages full of life experiences. Not just him, but his mentor who passed down the book to him before his death. The thing looked quite battered and out of shape after all the adventures he had been on... a new cover would definitely be one of his top priorities.
He moved his bow and arrows to the left of him and grabbed his bag, that had a mixture of supplies being stored inside. After a few seconds of his hand blindly reaching in he felt what looked like an apple and pulled it out. Surprisingly, it still looked good to eat considering he picked it a few days back. Reikard carefully placed his bag back down before taking a big bite, looking across the vast waters of the lake ahead of him. This was the way he lived for as long as he knew, a cast away who belonged to no one. Only time would tell if he truly did, but for now he was content in living off the land and making his own way through the unforgiving life that faced him.
While the smoke found its way to the clouds, far away stars looked down upon him. Almost as if someone up there was keeping watch over him this night. Once he had consumed the tasty red apple, he took a small makeshift dagger out of his pocket and placed it on the log beside him. Reikard reached inside of his bag once more and took out a grinding stone and then began to sharpen the knife that had been with him for many years "This has always been boring..." muttered the boy in his strange accent to himself.
He moved his bow and arrows to the left of him and grabbed his bag, that had a mixture of supplies being stored inside. After a few seconds of his hand blindly reaching in he felt what looked like an apple and pulled it out. Surprisingly, it still looked good to eat considering he picked it a few days back. Reikard carefully placed his bag back down before taking a big bite, looking across the vast waters of the lake ahead of him. This was the way he lived for as long as he knew, a cast away who belonged to no one. Only time would tell if he truly did, but for now he was content in living off the land and making his own way through the unforgiving life that faced him.
While the smoke found its way to the clouds, far away stars looked down upon him. Almost as if someone up there was keeping watch over him this night. Once he had consumed the tasty red apple, he took a small makeshift dagger out of his pocket and placed it on the log beside him. Reikard reached inside of his bag once more and took out a grinding stone and then began to sharpen the knife that had been with him for many years "This has always been boring..." muttered the boy in his strange accent to himself.