Livio will wake up feeling smaller than he's been in a long time. A passing reflection off a window as his feet carry him to the edge of the woods reveals that he is indeed himself- just... younger. He must be about fifteen right now. Waiting for him is a tall man with red hair, dark green eyes and a weary but kind smile. He's holding two hunting rifles, though the make is certainly older than anything Livio's familiar with.
Behind him, the town is big. Lively. There's houses and buildings and a large clearing, letting life thrive. The sun in the sky is warm and gentle, and there's not a cloud in sight. It's nothing like the bones left behind that he's used to.
"There you are. Are you ready for your lessons, Liv?"
... there's a familiar voice. He sounds just like the Shopkeeper- the only difference is that the man before him sounds full of life and joy, unlike the tired wisp the Grove's come to know.
LIVIO
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Livio will wake up feeling smaller than he's been in a long time. A passing reflection off a window as his feet carry him to the edge of the woods reveals that he is indeed himself- just... younger. He must be about fifteen right now. Waiting for him is a tall man with red hair, dark green eyes and a weary but kind smile. He's holding two hunting rifles, though the make is certainly older than anything Livio's familiar with.
Behind him, the town is big. Lively. There's houses and buildings and a large clearing, letting life thrive. The sun in the sky is warm and gentle, and there's not a cloud in sight. It's nothing like the bones left behind that he's used to.
"There you are. Are you ready for your lessons, Liv?"
... there's a familiar voice. He sounds just like the Shopkeeper- the only difference is that the man before him sounds full of life and joy, unlike the tired wisp the Grove's come to know.
What will he do?