“Ha..” All that running made Rancent tired, who would’ve thought that he could actually outrun a grown man? Well, he played outside more than the average children his age, so that could be why.
[ Speaking of, where exactly am I? I’ve only ran throughout half of the forest, and yet im nearly at the edge of the village.. ]
While leaning back onto a tree, he pondered about his current situation.
[ I’ve beaten a noble’s children, and I’ve run away from a royal guard.. Ack! This is bad, what if I wasn’t in trouble?! I don’t really know him though, so how could I tell that he was actually not lying about his status?.. Ah, damnnit.. ]
A visible cloud of smoke could be seen coming from Rancent’s head as he was overloaded with assumptions and thoughts. After taking a short break to rest, he kept on walking through the forest.
[ There shouldn’t be any wildlife in this area since I'm not that deep in the forest actually. You can tell by the plants on the frontal rear of the forest, because they aren’t that exotic. Back in the deep part of the forest is where the herbs you usually don’t see are. Herbalists identify different herbs in that region of the forest, not . Although, I only know that because of my cousin. ]
Swiftly moving through the bushes, a new area had suddenly appeared at the edge of the village. It seemed to be a church, only that it looked too well kept to be in this part of the woods. It was like a golden fountain in the middle of a ruined forest. Nobody was in this area, and it seemed like the area was cut off.
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[ I’ve played in these woods for as long as I can remember, so why is there a random church that I’ve never seen before? I’ll try to scope out the area at least. ]
After scoping out the area correctly, he ran into a nearby bush near the walling of the building, tripping over a twig in the bush.
Suddenly, a man exits out of the door, in a black robe with brown hair. Frantically prancing around the steps, he mumbles to himself clutching his necklace with a foreign sigil attached to the tiny chains.
“What if it goes wrong? No, no! Even the Saint of Igdur had to endure this initiation. What if the ritual fails? Ah, the gods! It takes five full moons to properly charge an artifact for the initiation, and what if it backfires? I truly am unworthy of such grace in becoming a devotee!”
Subconsciously, he began to nibble at his nails, not noticing that he’d gnawed at the edge of his finger until a small bead of blood appeared.
“Tsk!”
As he hastily wraps his fingers in a small cloth, a man peers in through the door, casting a bright energy around him.
“Brother Romani, we are waiting for you inside. Are you having second thoughts about your first awakening? ‘Tis truly a divine blessing for this opportunity. What seems to trouble your mind? Please tell me.”
Sitting beside the priest was a man in a flowing white robe with golden hair, bright eyes, and pale skin. Rancent, an onlooker witnessing this sight, was shocked by the angelic appearance of the man. Suddenly, an unseen force compelled him to step out of the bushes, as if he were being influenced by some external power. A feeling in his stomach made him rush out of the bushes and run behind the wall as if he instinctively knew that there was a backdoor leading into the church. As he ran inside, the light that once shined through the door slowly faded away.