The brewing cold stung, the chills running down his spine despite wearing a full-bodied coat to protect himself from the cold. Even the sun didn't do much in this situation, almost like most of its heat had faded away, just when he needed it the most.
'I've gone a considerable mile away from the shed, so this is progress. I just need to keep pushing. After all, the blood of Thorne, even if rejected, still runs through my veins.'
'And no Thorne has ever given up on anything, even life and death situations they have strived to survive and climb back up from nothing. I won't be so different from either of my ancestors!!.'
He kept his mind busy with multiple memories, so he wouldn't get bored with the amount of time that passed by per second. He didn't want to weaken his mind when he hadn't even begun the journey yet, the journey of a thousand steps.
