The cold winds blow past us, we've been walking for several hours in this new terrain. The land was rather foggy, red grasses and blue trees with vines. The book said it was a land of myths and trickery; and nothing is truly as it seems.
Ichino: Guys we have been walking for 3hours now, nothing seems strange so lets just head on to the checkpoint.
Alex: The land was truly quiet but the book gave a warning beware for your eyes may fail you, I tried spirit sight and the enviroment shone bright red, so we are still in danger.
Ichino: Your grandpa's book of stories just keep getting us into difficult situation, we should have followed URSA they already had the book of truth; we would have been out of here since, no wonder your gramps died early this was too stressful.
The others looked in shock because of what he said and told him to apologise, on realising what he had done Ichino tried to approach me but i beckoned him that it was ok, and told the others we should rest here for sometime.
Thinking about it, its been 2 years now since I started this journey, all Gramps left for me was the book of true paths, I don't even know my parents and now I am in a merry band of people trying to escape this land chasing the stories that birthed it. This is the tale of a boy who chased stories in order to find his story.