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A Tale Of Absence
Fyn.
From where he was standing, Fyn could see the village of Gashea.
The forest had never allowed him to be this close to the village. He can't help but reminisce about the times wherein he tried to escape. When he tried to go back to the life he was used to living outside the forest. Whenever he would walk or run towards where he was sure the village was located, he would always just find himself back at the foot of Kavan's cave.
This time, the village of Gashea was just a few feet away.
Without meaning to, tears prick the corner of Fyn's eyes and he couldn't help but let out a relieved breath. Shakily, he moves branches and vines blocking his path, his eyes steady on the village right in front of him. With every step he took, his heart felt more elated.
"This is real," He whispered to himself, his eyes still on the village. "I'm getting out."
Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and ran.
Never o
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