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Wandering [Open]
Apr 20, 2017 12:46:45 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2017 12:46:45 GMT -5
If I live to see the Seven Wonders, I'll make a Path to the Rainbow's end
Shadows danced across the trees as the sun's light filtered through the canopy of leaves. The forest was a cacophony of sound as the birds chattered, twigs snapping under the paws of whatever roamed about, and the leaves rustling in the soft breeze. The breeze was much appreciated by Sebastian as he wiped sweat from his brow. He scanned his surroundings trying to re orientate himself. He pulled out the parchment from his pocket and compared the crude map he had been drawing to the environment. Sure enough, he noticed that he had somehow come full circle back to a previous part of the map. Frustrated at himself, he shoved it back in his pocket before choosing a different direction to start walking in.
Sebastian had never really believed the stories about the Lost Woods. He had just figured that no one had taken the time to properly map out the forest, so he had decided that he would do the job himself. It also gave him the chance to enjoy the wood's natural beauty something he had been wanting to do for quite some time now. There was just something about being out and about by himself enjoying nature that gave him a sense of peace. It'd been quite awhile since he had been to able to feel that.
It had been only a few days since he had made his journey from Kakariko following the rumor train to theses woods in search of the Queen and her alliance. Thankfully the rumors had been true, and he had sworn his allegiance come what may. Making a map of the Lost Woods was his idea of helping out. He figured that a map of their new location would be beneficial in the long run. However, he didn't seem to be making much progress. He swore that the forest was just the same swath of land repeated over and over again. He had not found one defining landmark since he had set out except for the clearing he somehow kept finding himself in over and over again.
The same clearing he found himself in yet again. Frustration mounted as he saw where he was again. Aggravated he pulled out his makeshift map and looked at it again. He knew for certain he had walked in a different direction than the last time. Maybe it was pointless; perhaps the stories that that forest warped and changed on weary travelers were true. Defeated Sebastian gazed up to the sky and was startled to see the sun hanging lower in the sky and that he had been in the woods for far longer than he had realized. He decided that it might be best to start heading back to the base.
Using his map, he orientated himself and began following the path he had drawn since leaving earlier. He seemed to be making some progress as he continued; he was for sure that the opening up ahead would lead to the ruins. Sebastian almost screamed when upon entering the opening he found himself back in the same clearing. The feeling of anger subsided into one of fear. There was no way this could be happening. His hand shook as twisted the parchment around trying to figure out his error. From the back of his mind, the stories of lost travelers becoming Stalfos caused his heart to twist again in fear. Surely it was just a superstition. He tried to calm himself, but couldn't seem to beat the anxiety that was rapidly mounting. He sat down in the wet undergrowth as his legs grew weary and began planing how he was going to escape this twisted maze as his mind clouded with thoughts of becoming the undead.
Sebastian had never really believed the stories about the Lost Woods. He had just figured that no one had taken the time to properly map out the forest, so he had decided that he would do the job himself. It also gave him the chance to enjoy the wood's natural beauty something he had been wanting to do for quite some time now. There was just something about being out and about by himself enjoying nature that gave him a sense of peace. It'd been quite awhile since he had been to able to feel that.
It had been only a few days since he had made his journey from Kakariko following the rumor train to theses woods in search of the Queen and her alliance. Thankfully the rumors had been true, and he had sworn his allegiance come what may. Making a map of the Lost Woods was his idea of helping out. He figured that a map of their new location would be beneficial in the long run. However, he didn't seem to be making much progress. He swore that the forest was just the same swath of land repeated over and over again. He had not found one defining landmark since he had set out except for the clearing he somehow kept finding himself in over and over again.
The same clearing he found himself in yet again. Frustration mounted as he saw where he was again. Aggravated he pulled out his makeshift map and looked at it again. He knew for certain he had walked in a different direction than the last time. Maybe it was pointless; perhaps the stories that that forest warped and changed on weary travelers were true. Defeated Sebastian gazed up to the sky and was startled to see the sun hanging lower in the sky and that he had been in the woods for far longer than he had realized. He decided that it might be best to start heading back to the base.
Using his map, he orientated himself and began following the path he had drawn since leaving earlier. He seemed to be making some progress as he continued; he was for sure that the opening up ahead would lead to the ruins. Sebastian almost screamed when upon entering the opening he found himself back in the same clearing. The feeling of anger subsided into one of fear. There was no way this could be happening. His hand shook as twisted the parchment around trying to figure out his error. From the back of his mind, the stories of lost travelers becoming Stalfos caused his heart to twist again in fear. Surely it was just a superstition. He tried to calm himself, but couldn't seem to beat the anxiety that was rapidly mounting. He sat down in the wet undergrowth as his legs grew weary and began planing how he was going to escape this twisted maze as his mind clouded with thoughts of becoming the undead.
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