The Ability of a mandraun surges from their inner self....
Keep calm, focus and you'll be able to find your true ability...
You are, an ability wielder...
Eradan...
Eradan gasped as he drew in lots of air through his mouth. His blue eyes shot open, all widened to the fullest that it seemed like it would pop out any moment. He breathed heavily as his chest rose in correspondence. He kept on panting until his breath finally normalized. His chest now rose averagely.
Blue eyes darted from one place to another as they were welcomed by tiny strings all adorned with beads. They were hanging in front of him, their rears facing him. His nose inhaled aromatic scents of spicy foods, one that made his mouth water.
His memories suddenly kicked in. Eradan could remember jumping into a raging stream while he was chased by unknown individuals. Well, he could frantically remember passing out after bumping his head on a stone within that stream. Screw that stone! He cursed inwardly.
