I am the last of my kind, or maybe the only of my kind. i dont know which is true. What i do know; hoever, is that i am alone. For as long as i can remember i have been alone, though I do not know why. I feel an ache, a burning in my chest whenever i think about these things, so i try not to worry about them to often.

I do not know what i am, nor do I really care. I am the only one here, so what does it matter. as for a name? I call myself Stigandr, or Gandr for short

My home is by a shallow lake surrounded by ancient tree's. A small stream trickles endlessing off in the corner filling the air with a constant light splashing noise. Some may call it a paradise, but to me, it is home.  I've lived here for as long as I can remember, however long that I'm not entirely sure.

You might wonder, why not simply leave? Ofcource i've tried, but without success. I've wander for hours in whichever direction i chose. but no mater how far i think ive traveled, the lake is always just a few steps away.

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sighing to himself. "Enough of these unplesant thoughts" He mumble aloud. leaping nimble to a bunch of roots that reach out of the lakebed. he began exercising a series of movents to keep himself "entertained". After reading a had destroyed book, found in the famshackle hut he calls home. he created this series of movements out of the remnets. it had been a war manual. depicting various fighting strategies and battle plan. At first Gandr thought it was entirely usless, seeing as there was no one to wage war on; However, he noticed there was a list of general fighting poses in the back for training, something to keep the army in top shape while on the move. Over the corse of countless hours of entertianment Gandr had improved and perfected these movements and adapted them to create his own fighting style. Having no one to practice on Gandr didnt actually know how strong it could be.

Closeing his eyes, Gandr created an image in his head to challenge.

smiling at the prospect of a good "fight" he lead off with a leg sweep. The shadow jumped to avoid the blow and retaliated with a kick to Gandr's exposed face. exilerated he twisted to avoid it while kicking upwards. The shadow responded by hastily crossing his arms infront of his chest and using the force to flip backwards, landing in a defencive stance. "this is going to be fun hahaha!"