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[!] The demon, described as a ‘wendigo’, tall and bloody, stood in the forest. Beady eyes looking out to the field as Victor was dragged away. "That man was to die to my blade, I would have had his head, if it weren't for those meddling demons..." The demon muttered to himself, as he walked deeper into the forest, armor clanking against itself, cloven hooves crushing dead leaves into the forest floor. The demon turned around once more to look at the beaten knight as he was dragged off. "I will kill you one day. One day you will die to my hand, and your head will hang on my belt." Those words hanging like a noose upon the Aryn-en-Eryn’s branches.

I, would take off my on-duty armor, and leave the city of Celianor to go on a stroll. "I am tired of being useless" I would think to myself, I was filled with sorrow and grief. I proved useless in combat, couldn't even do a simple patrol. I thought back to when I was once trying to take down a frog homunculi that was trying to eat a musin named buttons, I would try to remember, back to when I was supposed to jump ontop of it, I missed twice, falling in the water the first time, and on the concrete the second. it wasn't until I barely was able to jump ontop of the frogs back, did I prove even slightly useful. While in the city I would pretend everything was fine, but in reality I was crying on the inside. I passed up on multiple chances to get new eyes to be able to see again, but I simply said that I was fine. I regretted it, and wished I accepted. While on my stroll I would bump into multiple fences "Damn it, I am tired of this, it is just unending clumsiness" I would yell out, increasing my anger towards the fact that I was blind. After that happened I would simply plop down on my knees and begin to pray, I would pray again, and again, "Please, to whatever hears this, cure my blindness, I do not wish the remain blind, Please answer my call." I would pray. wishing for my blindness to be cured, passerby's would ask me every few minutes "Are you okay? Do you need some help?" I would Ignore every person who asked me those questions. I simply prayed, and prayed, as my eyes started welled up, I would finally get up, wipe my tears from my face and return to the city, pretending everything was fine, with a fake smile on my face. I would enter the local inn and go to sleep after praying my eyes out, I felt miserable. I would lay in the provided bed and drift into slumber. I would wake up, unable to feel anything it was like I was in a void, I would take a multiple steps trying to leave the room, but nothing, he never met the wall, or door. I would feel giant footsteps, and smell something, it smelled strangely like a ferret and it would make ferret-like noises, "Is that you Whiskahs?" I would call out, there was no response, I would start feeling like i was falling, then I awoke being able to see again.

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