You were chillin in the woods, for whatever reason you may have had. Perhaps enjoying a book on a stone, or simply a calming walk. No matter the reason, as you moved, you found a trail of damaged and fallen trees, as if something had charged through here. As you move to investigate, you find golden liquid scattered across the leaves and bark, large scrape marks across the ground. As you reach the end of the trail, you find him. A boy, or, what you asumed to be a boy, bloodied and half dead.
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03/02/2025
Reithian_
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03/02/2025