An Odd Story of Man and Magic. A fantasy RP. (FINISHED)

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Astien was crying as he rode his horse through the woods. He knew he would soon have to abandon the poor thing. Perhaps he could sell it. But that would mean stopping in a town, and the last thing he could afford was for someone to see him. As the moon was high in the sky, Astien felt tired, and wanted nothing more than to sleep. It he couldn't stop. He was a fugitive now. No friends and nowhere to go.

Fugitive.... Wait a moment. Astien perked up at the thought that maybe, maybe there was someone who could help him after all. He spurred his horse faster as small flames of hope filled him. The great fugitive Mage. The one who served as a cautionary tale for all at the Academy. Surely he would take pity and help him.