The scrollwas so long that it would take a century to read it all. It told the story since the beginning of times until the very end, and here he was in chapter 5 claiming to not be who he was. Being unsure and so puzzled by the new chapter unfolding on the rocks and grass on the forest’s floor.
What made him more special than any other?
He was after all a very ordinary boy with ears, legs and arms a bit too long and a smooth dreamy face.
A girl came to him in her pretty pink dress and offered him a potion but he refused it not trusting the glittering eyes staring at his green grey pupils. He knew her from a previous place but not sure where. He was wise to do so because the girl had sworn to take his place in the story…
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