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In a hidden village still averagely unknown to most Hylians, deeper than even the forest temple, stood a young boy. At least, he looked like a young boy. Maybe about 7, if you were to guess. But he was much, much older than that. So old he didn't even remember, nor did he care. He lived with the twins, a pair of girls who looked like teenagers, but were hundreds of years older than him. He was tried of being treated like a baby in this society. He had never left the forest, nor had many of his people. He rarely even went far from the village.
It was time to leave home.
Throwing his bag over his shoulder, he gave a final wave to the empty village (It was still dark) and disappeared into the brush.
(I'm back, peoples! It feels good to RP again)
It was time to leave home.
Throwing his bag over his shoulder, he gave a final wave to the empty village (It was still dark) and disappeared into the brush.
(I'm back, peoples! It feels good to RP again)