Now we must move to a new perspective, in a new land, a new village, a new world…

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“This seems like it will be fun” Brume said, sarcastically. He lived in a distant, unknown village known as Middleland. He was chosen by his father, chief of the village, to go on a quest to solve the mysterious cause of the death of Sir Edward of Edwawor and his apprentice.

Boy, did he protest.

Mysterious murders? Nope. Not for Brume.

But that made everyone think he was fierce enough for the job.

And he still didn’t like it. He hated it.

He grumbled while packing.

Grumbled while leaving.

And was still grumbling.

Brume’s personality was “interesting”, according to his father, mother, sister and everyone in the WHOLE DARNED VILLAGE.

He thought about all this as he trudged on slowly, with the company of his dog, Mini.

“Come on, Mini” he said as they reached a market. Brume tied Mini to a fence post and went out to explore the market.

Since Brume knew he probably shouldn’t reveal that he is from Middleland, the village that is known in legends to be destroyed and twisted and evil and a whole lot of bad stuff, he stole some new clothes from a stall while the owner wasn’t looking and changed before anyone could ask why.

Brume was skilled at robbing people who had too much of everything. He was light enough to not be heard as he sneaked around slowly. He never lived in his father’s large hut. Instead, he lived in a small, acacia hovel he built at the age of 8. He occasionally stole bread from his neighbours if he was hungry.

He stole a lot of supplies, including food, water and even some money if he came across somewhere well-fortified.

Brume and Mini walked miles and miles from the market. Days and days passed. Brume was grateful to have found leather boots at the market, but even with them, his feet were aching in tiredness.

They camped out by a hill and large lake, and Brume was just going to sleep when he saw a light at the top.

Then he slept.

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The next morning, Brume and Mini walked up the hill to a small cabin. They knocked, and a boy who looked about 15 or 16 (Brume’s age) answered.

“Um..hello” Brume said, awkwardly “I’m looking for Edwawor”

The boy smiled slightly “Well, here you are. My name’s Papea. Enjoy your stay”