10-27-2009, 09:41 PM
Galfon awakens as the sun arises, these past few weeks have been difficult not to say the least. He was a true born nomad, a man of the land. He lived off the land as easily as he made it seem. It was all natural for him, the random spot that he found to sleep on that night had been softer than usually which made the sleeping much easier than the nights before. There was a small fog that covered the ground as he got up and stretched a little. This awkward feeling that he was being watched made him very paranoid.
These people that he knew as his fellow villagers that all had abandoned him became his fellow enemies, they were always starting something. Fighting was not what he wanted to do, he just wanted to be left alone. He felt that all the other villagers and even villages wanted to do was fight. He had learned to defend himself in his school, but after that occurrence with the kid that started picking on him until he could not take it anymore, but thats for another story for another day. Wondering around endlessly until the night comes again trying to stay away from all people.
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