You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
“Oh, it’s just…” you stutter, stiffening. Look at the witch and then back outside the tent. For a moment the air thickens with anticipation, until... he find the words, that terror and suffering that he had buried in his soul, had come out of his mouth like a spell and the memory of those bad times, stiffen even more his body, gripped by the cold.
He sat down and looked at the hag, he'd sigh couple of time before saying: " I came from a faimliy, settled far from here, i had a father, mother and sister"
*he looked away as he tought about his past
*trying to hold back the tears, he sigh again before speak to the hag: "i want to forgot the past, and live a better life"
Jade felt all that emotions come up again, anger, sadness and solitude were always with him.
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