A Chance Meeting: Kori's P.O.V. I remember the sun shining gently down on my face that day. Normally it would have been hot enough to keep me inside away from the heat, but a slight breeze made it bearable and a genuinely nice day. The only issue was that I had studying to do for my academy homework. My teacher wanted us to look up some technique about clones and the easiest way to do it.
As I shuffled my way to the library, I decided to take a longer route, which led me around the river going through Friendship Garden. I noticed a white haired boy lazing in the open area. I recognized him as Sora Amatou. Sora was a boy in my class that never seemed to care much about paying attention to the teacher. I always caught him looking out the window in a daze.
I couldn't help from curing my curiosity. "You know, Sora, all you do is laze around all day. Do you ever train?"
HSV RPG: Chapter 1: The Forest of No ReturnThe old woman croaked, "Be careful, young one. The Forest of No Return is not a place for someone as weak as yourself."
"Yes, ma'am. Your payment." I placed the small bag in her weathered palm, listening to the clinking of the gold coins inside.
I could hear the soft thuds of our feet hitting the damp ground in the Forest of No Return. Rentaro and Sora's armor weighed them down far more than they would have liked so I, the rogue, was to be a scout ahead because I was lighter on my feet with the thin potato sack cloth that covered me from head to toe.
The Forest of No Return was known to be a danger zone in which many knights and warlocks went missing with no return. It was a terrifying thought that seemed to grasp ahold of my heart, preventing me from traveling much farther than my team. How would we survive this terror?
"Kori! Look out!" Sora called out behind me just in time for me to jump over the vine trying to snake around my ankle. I heard an animal begin to shriek in the
You NEED a Make Over! I stared blankly in confusion towards the light that was shining through my window. It was another morning in the Heart Shrine Village and that mean another day of rigorous training that would strain my muscles to the point I can't move. My new team's sensei wasn't exactly an easy guy to be around. The training he put us through was proving to be a hindrance to my casual days of relaxation. I felt as if we weren't able to keep still for two minutes whenever he was around.
I crawled out of bed to look at myself in the mirror than hung above my desk. My eyes were beginning to form dark circles underneath displaying my lack of sleep clearly upon my face. No one would have to ask how I was doing because they'd probably assume that I felt as awful as I looked.
Over the weeks, my features were becoming more and more worn from the strenuous activity I was forced into performing every day. I seemed to be the only