Amon sat in his little cave; the night had already passed and the day had broken. But he was sweating like crazy all over his body; his Qi had regenerated his shoulder. It is a biological process in which Qi stimulates cell regeneration and thus ensures that your body regenerates faster. The problem was that it was extremely energy-consuming; for three hours, he had to hunt and eat constantly to have enough calories for his body to regenerate cells. His body was under enormous strain, and that's why he was now sweating like a waterfall. The floor of the cave was soaking wet, and everywhere it stank of sweat, but after three full hours, the process was over, and he could finally sleep. He disabled the skill that sealed his emotions and felt like his emotions came back; he felt the feeling of obligation to return as soon as possible. His wound had healed, and since he couldn't or didn't want to stay in this place any longer, he decided to go ahead and find a way home. But first of all, he had to sleep. He knew that he would only make mistakes when he slept. He was so exhausted that he fell asleep on the spot and slept through the next day.
On the next day, he walked through the forest and looked for some hints that would help him know where he was. He searched for something like plants that only grew in special places or animals and monsters that only lived in certain regions, but he found nothing. Until he came to the end of the forest, he crawled inside a bush and watched. He wanted to see as much as possible from the edge of the forest. The ground was wet, and he felt how his clothes got soaked by dirt and water. He could see mercants and trevelers walking towards the south. The simple travelers went by horseback or used magic to transport themselves, but what was more interesting were the merchants.
In the wagons he could just look into, he saw that they were only transporting weapons and items. He concluded that he was in Verdan, or a town near the Silverwood border that had already been taken. But since the Merchends drove the streets without a care, he assumed he was near a town far enough from the front line that nobody needed to worry.
He saw that one of the merchants had blown a tire off his cart. The man cursed and stomped on the ground in frustration. But that wasn't what interested Amon. It was the cloak hanging inside the cart. His white hair was like a hanging schlid that screamed. "Hello, I'm Amon Halon, the only 19-year-old man with white hair and the enemy of this nation."
He opened the gate and made sure that it was hidden; stealing the cloak while being unnoticed needed all of his focus and attention. 'Path of Darkness: Shadow Step.' Amon's body turned pitch-black; he stepped forward and was, in the blink of an eye, inside the cart. He took the cloak that was hanging on an old, slightly rusted nail and rushed out. The man could see nothing; he only felt a gust of wind that blew his tupee off his head. The tupee got stuck in a puddle of dirt and went from a beautiful blonde to a mud brown in a matter of seconds.
"Ahh! Fuck it!" He stomped on the toupee and cursed the world for the shit that happened to him.
Amon followed the roads after the merchants; if he got to a city or village, he could get out of where he was. He walked until he could see the city walls in the distance. He deviated from the path and looked for an area where he could easily get over the city wall. The soldiers guarding the gate to the city would want to identify anyone who was going in or out of the city. He looked at every step the guards took as they walked around the city walls. Every step, every movement, every conversation He paid all of his attention until he found an area of the castle walls where, for only five minutes, a guard came by; this was way longer than the two minutes the guards spent in the other areas. He stepped forward and stood in front of the city walls. He clammed them up; he trusted his bare fingers in the wall and clammed it up. The guards heard how a few stones fell from the walls and rushed to the area where they heard it, only to find six stone pieces lying on the ground. Amon only needed to thrust his hands six times inside the castle wall. three times his left and three times his right hands. He was inside the city walls, and first of all, he walked towards a sign. The sign read, 'Welcome to Nasia.'
Nasia was previously a city at the border of Verdan and Silverwood, but after the war began, the Verdan army pressed on and took so much land that Nasia was now a quiet town three days' horseback ride from the frontier. Amon looked as fast as he could for a shellbox. It was a little room that stood on the side of many streets. The shells that are used to communicate over long distances were in these shellboxes. The shellboxes were soundproof and were also an invention of the magician Tony Shell.
Each so-called voice shell had a password, and if you tapped the password on the voice shell with morse code, you were connected to the other voice shell and could talk easily. Amon walked towards a shellbox and saw that someone was inside it using it right now. It was a young woman; she had short, slightly curly blond hair and wore a beige coat with brown boots that went up to her knees. The woman, who was around 162 cm tall and had D-cup breasts, was talking to someone with nerfed mine. When she saw that someone was waiting in front of the shellbox, her eyes widened, and Amon could see her brown eyes clearly. She stared into Amon's eyes. Since she was so much smaller than Amon, she could also see his yellow eyes patiently waiting to go into the shellbox. She couldn't see his eyes; he covered them under the hood of his cloak, but his eyes and his handsome-looking face let her brain freeze for a moment. She quickly laid the voice box on an iron frame and scurried out as she remembered that there was a kind of unwritten rule among people that said standing in a shellbox for more than 15 minutes and talking on the phone was an absolute no-go.
She had no idea how long she talked or how long the man on the outside waited, but after seeing his handsome face, she decided that he was more worthy of his attention. Then the screams of her friend, who was upset again that she wanted a boyfriend and that the next blind date would definitely be something.
"I am sorry that you had to wait so long; you can go inside now." She was a little bit flustered after seeing his face closer and seeing his white hair.
Hey, with your white hair, could it be that you are from Zaryanov too?" , Oh, eh, I have Zaryanovian roots. My mother was from there, but I was born and raised in Auvaraine. I came here to check on my grandparents."
This line was half right and half true. His mother was indee from Zaryanov, a country high in the north of the continent Silvora. It was located west of Senjo and was the largest empire on Silvora.
"Oh, I lived there when I was 16. You know, there lives a powerful mage and she has the same white hair as you have. I thought that you could know her or are related to her."
Amon played as if he was interested and listened to her. That was what he thought at first but after listening to her for a few minutes it became more and more interesting. He responded that he had never been there and had no idea if he was related to her or not.
After five minutes she said that she had to hurry too in order to get an appointmen done and walked away. Amon said goodby and walked inside of the shellbox.