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.” ((How do you respond?))
It's funny to here that you were expecting me. To be honest there is not a lot. Al, I remember is that there was a war where I'm from and it got ugly fearing for my life jumped ship. As I looked back all I could see was red ember and everything flames. Before I left heard my friend say "survive".
There are that should be left in the past. Left and forgotten.
As I was about to stand, she grabbed my hand and, told to be careful in the world outside. It's a vast world with dangers and also riches with glory that awaits you. When she finally let go i grabbed my bag ready to start my new adventure "Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
