Roma walked the streets of the city. It seemed to be the perfect day, so perfect in fact that Roma even cracked a smile. He was in his favorite tunic, he had finally joined a legitimate magical guild, and he could train at last. Reaching a park, Roma stretched and found an open area.
Holding out his hand, a five foot wooden staff materialized. The knotted wood forked into a trident at the top. Though it was merely wood, it surged with magical energy. He could feel the eternano flowing freely throughout his body and the staff. Sitting down for a rest, he let the staff lie in his lap. Roma then looked up at the sky and wondered what exactly his parents were up to at that moment.
Holding out his hand, a five foot wooden staff materialized. The knotted wood forked into a trident at the top. Though it was merely wood, it surged with magical energy. He could feel the eternano flowing freely throughout his body and the staff. Sitting down for a rest, he let the staff lie in his lap. Roma then looked up at the sky and wondered what exactly his parents were up to at that moment.