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Jo'han walked thorugh the woods, calmly, his strides deep but cheerful. He whistled to himself untill his whistle started to fade upon seeing a thick mist sorround the woods. He took a few steps then spoted a figure and walked up to them. "Odd night, isnt it?" He asked waveing his hand th...

Life... I am alive. You will live... only if you wake... speak... breath... Speak. Come back to the liveing... Alive. Jo'han's dry breaths flow from his mouth as his eyes seem to flutter slowly open and he looks up, the light blinding him. All he sees is white, bright white light, then a dark blur,...

Go to the voice... Sweet words. Wake up... Sweet water. The poison continued to rush through Jo'han's veins from the scorpion's sting. His body trembled. Wake up... Wake up... Light. Go to the light... Jo'han coughed as his eyes started to open, dry and red eyes opening to the light. He could hardl...

Water. Yes, water... get the water... wake up... Sweet water. Wake up... go to it... So much pain. Wake up, stop the pain... Sleep. No, wake up... don't die.... Just a little while. No... please wake up... Jo'han's heart is only a mummer in his chest, and his breaths few. He is still.

His body is covered slightly in a dune, the soft winds haveing blown the sands over him. His leather pants torn in places, and his bare chest and upper body covered in scrapes and cuts. His soft white hair filled with sand. Only one things does he cary, held softly in one outstreched hand. A lute. ...

Lost.... I'm not lost. You're lost, dying... you're dying now... No... I'm at home, wtih my mother. You never had a mother, this is a lie... wake up... Of course I had a mother. Wake up.... Wake up.... Shh, mother is reading.... He sat on the side of the couch watching the woman read a thin novel o...

Jo'han once agian walks up to the note and reads over the message that was posted up and his eyes widen in shock as he reads over the name who had signed the first letter. He takes a step back, his eyes never leaving the name as he whispers. "But... but you're dead..." His hand holds onto...

The youth walks up to the note with a slight laugh as he pulls his quill out and under the last words he writes.

Age can lie, my friend.
Jo'han du' Miérlë

Jo'han walks up to the note with a smirk on his face as he pulls out a quill and writes out a quick note underneath.

It is good to hear from you again my friend!
Wonderful to see such a warm welcome when coming to a new place! I hope to meet many a good soul here!

Lord Jo'han du' Miérlë

The young man walks up to the note on the door, running his hand down the parchment. Haveing just arrived to the land he read the words with intrest, upon finishing reading the note he smirks softly to himself. "Just like home..." He mutters under his breath as he runs a hand through his ...