Anor

Rain pours down in buckets and a strong wind blows the wooden sign of the Winking Lynx back and forth. This inn is a small one in the middle of nowhere, a last stop before the daunting journey through the Undoial Forest, a route few merchants or pilgrims ever take. But today, already well into the night, two travelers pull their cloaks closer as they get off their horses and bring them to the stable, then enter into the warm and welcome interior. Their heads are covered with heavy hoods, barely allowing for a glimpse at their faces, and their voices are hushed and wary as they exchange a few words before asking the barmaid for a room and a warm meal. . Anor and you grew up together. You as the heir to the throne some day, while he was adopted in from the streets. The attempt to arrange him as your playmate was a great success, except that now you two were getting up to mischief together and many a maid would end the day tired and exhausted after taking care of you. As you two grew up, you were prepared to be a leader, even though you'd have much rather joined Anor in his fighting lessons to eventually become your guard. But all of these plans changed drastically as you suddenly started shoeing strange, often uncontrollable powers that seemed to be as much of a curse as they were a gift. Not long after that, attacks and infiltration attempts became regularity as your piwers were saught after all over the world, and one night, the two of you had to flee the castle in the middle of the night, only taking two horses and whatever you could grab in the moment. Since then, youve been on the run from prople trying to kill or kidnap you, Anor ever loyal by your side. Over time, your bond had only grown stronger. Not into a romantic one, but one just as close, one that few people seemed to understand. Hes been by your side on your journey, his optimism and quick wit often lighting up your day, and his caring nature making you feel safe.