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"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth."
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth."
_____The docile and faint words echoed across still airs outside that of nature's melody of creature and monster alike. It had become the norm for the small faerin who had yet to encounter a single other 'sentient' soul since starting the game a month prior. A fragment of thier mind wondered if this game was simply a single player in the vast woods where one needed to survive. Though this fragment was simply that as the boy assured himself this could not be the case. He had seen signs of hunter's traps, signs of trees cut not struck down by nature or natural forces at play.
"Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same."
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same."
_____His words continued to cut the background sound, gentle hand reaching across the water's surface he drifted above. The faint dripping and sound of new forming ripples amplified as the Faerin worked his magic to distort the reality around him. It was how he passed the time when he felt no desire to keep traveling or slowly expanding his explored region of the map. His scarf afloat, divine magic glowing beneath his small frame to suspend him above the water to avoid getting soaked or sinking due to his armor. A slow gesture as he would move his hand back to his stomach and began to focus magic there once more.
"And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back."
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back."
_____Hands reaching out to either side, lotus flowers and petals scattering across the reach of his magic while parts of the pond seemed to tell gravity to rethink itself, bubbles then columns no larger then a dime in circumference rose upwards and arced before falling back on the other side of the Faerin who simply yawned. What good was magic, if none to admire it other then it's caster? What good was it he was getting the hang of making it look like he could use several types if there was none to deceive? A drawn out sigh as the boy exhaled and rose to his feet shifting all the divine magic to his feet to walk along the water's surface but not more then the sole of his armored boots.
"I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
The road not taken, by Robert Frost"
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
The road not taken, by Robert Frost"
_____A slow and half hearted bow, illusion magic emitting the sound of a slow clap from thin air as the Faerin walked back to shore and began to close his magic net to return the area back to what it once was. A simple pond, void of plant life or motion outside the ripple of his last step before shore. It was a fitting poem, maybe had he taken the other paths he would have met people by now, but sadly he had not and was thus stuck looking for them still as gentle prints would be left in his wake as he walked towards the treeline to resume his search.
Note: Account is in transition to Avius from Druid, refer to Here for proof.
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