He still didn’t know who his ancestors were, but one thing for sure, they were powerful people. And Sage couldn’t harbour such immense power any longer.
He decided to walk around his favourite place, the outskirts.
Baska was his choice because the place was so calm he could hear the sound of a leaf drifting through the breeze.
Dead leaves crumpled as he walked along the forest trail, heading towards nowhere. His senses seemed to be sharper and more sensitive despite the throbbing pain in his head. He covered the sunlight that seeped through the leaves of the forest with his hand. Birds chirped merrily and soon he heard the sound of gushing water.
’River,’
He walked up towards the sound of the water, brushing off tree branches and ducking low as to not get hit by it. Then the river came into sight. He didn’t know why but his lips curved to form a smile.
The man approached the river slowly, before sitting at the edge of the stream of water. He loved it. He loved the atmosphere there. Might as well be a good place to rest forever.