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I quietly awoke from my slumber to find I had been misplaced. Though, the only memory I could recall was falling asleep next to a camp fire. I stood up only to catch a bit of movement out of the corner of my eye and took my stance, weapons in...hand? "My Cresent Blades! They're gone!", I gasped, furious over having the only reliable pair of weapons I had ever had stolen from me, and flicked my eyes back towards where I had seen movement only to see nothing. My breathing now shallow and my body flooded with fury as well as confusion, I turned my eyes to my surroundings only to find I had woke up in a small cabin of sorts with a massive amount of papers stored everywhere around me. I sighed and leaned against a small desk that I had apparently been sleeping by when I heard a loud thump to my side. I stepped sideways and took my stance, cursing the theft of my weapons. What I found made me feel foolish for being so easily scared but the feeling was cut short rather quickly, my attention immediately focused on the source of the noise. It had come from a long piece of rolled up paper coming undone and landing on the floor. What caught my attention was that writing was appearing on it out of nowhere. The meaning of the writings in itself was unknown to me, yet I could understand them as well as my own native language. Out of curiousity, I began to follow the scroll's instructions and thus, my journey began as I followed a strange piece of paper and the fresh footsteps in the dirt I found outside the cabin. |