Trying something here. Add to the story to make an epic ta…
Trying something here. Add to the story to make an epic tale.
It was an ordinary morning as our hero ventured from his dwelling. A soft dew covered the grasslands, as he made his way to -
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- the training grounds. He could hear the clashing of swords nearby and faint whizzing of spells in the background. His rival must be there, the only wizard the village had ever known. He came from the -
woods, and no one really knew what the old wizard did there. He looked out over the training grounds and took a deep breath. He was starting to get the muscle movements down, but being unable to steady his mind was holding him back.
You see, our hero has been battling the mind for nearly three decades, but something was different today. He was soon to discover that his inability to steady the mind was not caused by lack of effort, but rather, by the effort itself.
"Day-dreaming again, Ajax?" The voice made him jump. His master had, once again, caught him with his guard down.
Ajax gasped out, "how do you always do that?" His master smiled and began walking deeper into the training grounds, his quarterstaff gently thumping in the dirt with each step.