Somewhere deep within the forests that lay between Hargeon and Akane Beach, something peculiar would soon come to pass. On this day, in these woods, a being would arise that tread the boundary between the corporeal and that which exists in a spiritual state. Walking through these lands was a certain gray haired mage that would stand at the center of this event, a man who had no idea what was about to happen.
Dmitry Kazakov was uncharacteristically exposed at the moment, lost in thought over something that happened a day ago. During a mission to rescue a friend of his, one of his guildmates was nearly trapped in the Cursed Lands. While she was able to return home with the rest of their group through an effect caused by Dmitry's powers, an effect that he still did not understand, the experience had left him with a feeling that he found himself unable to comprehend. At first he tried to dismiss it as a simply heightened version of the normal drive he felt to protect those he cared about, but the thought that this was a false interpretation nagged at him. It felt as though he had felt this sensation long ago, but that couldn't possibly be true as he had no memory of such an occurrence.
Had the Cursed Lands infected him somehow? The question had arisen along the way of this trip he was on, but was quickly shot down by the fact that Dmitry was far too stable in his magical abilities for that to be true. While it was certainly a relief that he didn't have to worry about the malignance of the Cursed Lands following him, the fact remained that he didn't understand the anomalous feeling that was now plaguing him. The one thing that he was certain of was that it had something to do with his guildmate/roommate Evia, not that this knowledge actually helped him. True, the mage certainly felt a bit more protective of her than most of his other guildmates, having noticed something unique about her that he couldn't quite identify since she had joined Lamia Scale. But at the time he noticed this, he had simply chalked it up to her magic being the holy kind and having a 'soft' feeling to it that he had felt once before. Still, it was beginning to seem as though his first instincts may have had some merit to them as he became frustrated with this illogical and pointless feeling, one that he knew could only ever become a hindrance in the future.
And so, still struggling to understand his own mindset, the mage wandered onward into the forest. As he did so, he gave far less regard to the environment around him, eliminating the primary purpose that this location was to serve to him on this little stroll. In truth, his mentor would have likely both chastised and mocked him for his lack of awareness, a thought that crossed Dmitry's mind more than once.
In the end, he could not have possibly known what it was he was walking into...
Total Word Count: 519
Dmitry Kazakov was uncharacteristically exposed at the moment, lost in thought over something that happened a day ago. During a mission to rescue a friend of his, one of his guildmates was nearly trapped in the Cursed Lands. While she was able to return home with the rest of their group through an effect caused by Dmitry's powers, an effect that he still did not understand, the experience had left him with a feeling that he found himself unable to comprehend. At first he tried to dismiss it as a simply heightened version of the normal drive he felt to protect those he cared about, but the thought that this was a false interpretation nagged at him. It felt as though he had felt this sensation long ago, but that couldn't possibly be true as he had no memory of such an occurrence.
Had the Cursed Lands infected him somehow? The question had arisen along the way of this trip he was on, but was quickly shot down by the fact that Dmitry was far too stable in his magical abilities for that to be true. While it was certainly a relief that he didn't have to worry about the malignance of the Cursed Lands following him, the fact remained that he didn't understand the anomalous feeling that was now plaguing him. The one thing that he was certain of was that it had something to do with his guildmate/roommate Evia, not that this knowledge actually helped him. True, the mage certainly felt a bit more protective of her than most of his other guildmates, having noticed something unique about her that he couldn't quite identify since she had joined Lamia Scale. But at the time he noticed this, he had simply chalked it up to her magic being the holy kind and having a 'soft' feeling to it that he had felt once before. Still, it was beginning to seem as though his first instincts may have had some merit to them as he became frustrated with this illogical and pointless feeling, one that he knew could only ever become a hindrance in the future.
And so, still struggling to understand his own mindset, the mage wandered onward into the forest. As he did so, he gave far less regard to the environment around him, eliminating the primary purpose that this location was to serve to him on this little stroll. In truth, his mentor would have likely both chastised and mocked him for his lack of awareness, a thought that crossed Dmitry's mind more than once.
In the end, he could not have possibly known what it was he was walking into...
Total Word Count: 519
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