As the mist and dark coldness of the air sets.I have an eerie voice in my head telling me to go back. But I know I must go on. The whispers of the dead spirits,that went on the same journey as me.... and failed, are torturing me from the inside. My brain is being compressed to only half it's size. Tiny electrical sparks are zooming up my spinal cord,urging me to give up.but that's not who I am. My name is Jake. I have dark blonde hair, a tattoo of a goblin on my left shoulder. But I like to conceal my identity and right people's wrongs. By others I am nick-named NIGHT WATCHER.
I hear the hallowing of the sorcerer who put the curse on me that made me live forever. I am actually 216-years-old, but I look like an average 17-year-old. I am trudging along the brink of death. Because right below me was a horribly, long drop always ending in death... ''always ending in death'' said a peculiar voice. A hefty wind jolted the glacier that I was standing on. That was when I heard a snap! And was when my mind and vision went blank!
When I came to. I realised I hadn't fallen down the glacier, I was actually in a comfy bed with a view of a wonderful castle with a beheaded dragon and a skeleton of Garland The Great( my father) I wondered where I was, looking around, with my hand on my head gently. Because I must have cracked it open, when I was on the glacier. Suddenly a very tall man with brightly coloured robes strolled in and said''Jake'' I was amazed so I said 7 words '' How do you know who I am "'. I am your father! The skeleton was a fake. Come with me to Abrodrem and we can start a new adventure together
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