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First Person: Why didn't Reala ever tell me about facing the consequences before transporting to this timeline? She just made me bump my head on the ground again. Can’t blame how foolish I am. Idiocy in my head can’t be fixed, unless there's a miracle could turn me into a genius.
[Slowly gets up and stands with his two feet.]
I managed to get here somehow, but where is everybody? Don’t tell me we got separated like last time! Wandering around the forest all by myself could be dangerous. I should get ready before--what? My sword’s gone! Oh no… where did I drop it?
[Checks back once more.]
…Wings? Wow, they look cool. They match my back perfectly…
Wait a minute. I don’t have time for this! I need to find the others! A hero would never leave his comrades behind when they need one.
Uhh... which way should I go?
Third Person: A spiky blond boy gazed up into a ray of light. For a moment, he felt the hot sun on his face before he looked down back and figured out that he was standing somewhere in the forest. It wasn’t the first time he was separated from his companion due to time traveling to the past. He remembered he had Reala by his side soon after he gained consciousness. But this was much different from before; he was alone, unarmed.
Kyle Dunamis, a boy who was born from two unforgettable heroes. He highly respected his father, although he couldn’t remember what his father looked like. But one thing that Kyle made sure to do was memorize his favorite phrase, “Believe in one and another.”, which made Kyle eager to see his father’s face at least once. Coincidentally, he had one last chance to witness his father while he was still alive and entitled as the future hero.
Inspecting the situation that he was having now, he figured out that this obviously wasn’t in Aethersphere. He was expecting to face his worst enemy, but this wasn’t the right place. Could it be that Reala had no energy left to transport them to Aethersphere? It did make sense. Still, the wings on his back were puzzling him and he had no idea why he had them.
Then, he took a breath as he tried to clear his mind. He once remembered his father’s words, ”Never give up, there always must be a way.” and he held tight to that phrase. He bent down and picked up a long, broken tree limb, long enough for self defense. The first thing he needed to do was find the others, who he trusted for the whole journey. They could be around somewhere not far away. If there was no luck, he would take the second choice: find any empty spot or a place he could camp before the sun went down.
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First Person:
Why didn't Reala ever tell me about facing the consequences before transporting to this timeline? She just made me bump my head on the ground again. Can’t blame how foolish I am. Idiocy in my head can’t be fixed, unless there's a miracle could turn me into a genius.
[Slowly gets up and stands with his two feet.]
I managed to get here somehow, but where is everybody? Don’t tell me we got separated like last time! Wandering around the forest all by myself could be dangerous. I should get ready before--what? My sword’s gone! Oh no… where did I drop it?
[Checks back once more.]
…Wings? Wow, they look cool. They match my back perfectly…
Wait a minute. I don’t have time for this! I need to find the others! A hero would never leave his comrades behind when they need one.
Uhh... which way should I go?
Third Person:
A spiky blond boy gazed up into a ray of light. For a moment, he felt the hot sun on his face before he looked down back and figured out that he was standing somewhere in the forest. It wasn’t the first time he was separated from his companion due to time traveling to the past. He remembered he had Reala by his side soon after he gained consciousness. But this was much different from before; he was alone, unarmed.
Kyle Dunamis, a boy who was born from two unforgettable heroes. He highly respected his father, although he couldn’t remember what his father looked like. But one thing that Kyle made sure to do was memorize his favorite phrase, “Believe in one and another.”, which made Kyle eager to see his father’s face at least once. Coincidentally, he had one last chance to witness his father while he was still alive and entitled as the future hero.
Inspecting the situation that he was having now, he figured out that this obviously wasn’t in Aethersphere. He was expecting to face his worst enemy, but this wasn’t the right place. Could it be that Reala had no energy left to transport them to Aethersphere? It did make sense. Still, the wings on his back were puzzling him and he had no idea why he had them.
Then, he took a breath as he tried to clear his mind. He once remembered his father’s words, ”Never give up, there always must be a way.” and he held tight to that phrase. He bent down and picked up a long, broken tree limb, long enough for self defense. The first thing he needed to do was find the others, who he trusted for the whole journey. They could be around somewhere not far away. If there was no luck, he would take the second choice: find any empty spot or a place he could camp before the sun went down.
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