Nymund sat bolt upright in his bed knocking his head on the bunk above, he had dreamt of his father once more and the dreams were getting more vivid. with each passing year his visions got worse and the memory of his fathers death becoming mixed with his hallucination's , thats why he was allowed to stay at the school. he wasn't like the others there, no good with a gun no good with a sword, only the ways of will and mana. the students were all in deep sleep, there was a good hundred here now but when Nymund started there was only six, after the fall of the guild and the death of the final Archon scythe retreated to the wastes and started this school. scythe said it was a new guild but a half built shack on the side of a mountain wasn't a fortress or academy for heroes only a fools last hope for redemption and a place for misfits out of the worlds eye. but scythe was gone now swallowed by the oracle never seen again and bran of snowsphire was the guild master now, he was a harsh man and the last of the Furites, he had no time for magic users or sages only for strength of arms and swordman ship, and while others graduated Nymund stayed behind, a relic to scythes great plan. Nymunds head ached from the bang and fear of the monsters from his dreams haunted him in the darkness, he conjured a small flame in his hand to illuminate the path before him. he dressed in his travel clothes, took up his staff ( more for walking than fighting ) and set about his errand. his footsteps echoed through the sleeping halls and each board creaked under his weight, soon he was out of the building and climbing up a jagged hill path. the way was dangerous and twisted and no true track was set, more of a path for animals than men but this was his road. it went high into the mountains and though the icy winds blew threw him and snow gathered in his hood and hair he persisted, all of the gods fury seemed to go against him yet even that could not stay him. and as he reached the mountains peak the morning sun peered over the distant hills showing the land as he had never see it, expanding in every direction as far as the eye could see he sat and marveled at its beauty but soon was off again and came at last to the building he had been searching for. the temple to the gods.

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I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.

I have great faith in fools; self-confidence my friends call it.

- Poe

jesus how many fanfics you gona write lol?

dont know, this one should take a while and i'll probably run out of inspiration soon so i'll write as much as i can ad long as i think its good.

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I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.

I have great faith in fools; self-confidence my friends call it.

- Poe