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"This will be my new home I suppose" Nicol turns around and sits down at the river. His blade leans against the tree next to him. He looks into the water where he can see his own reflection and shakes her head. Quickly his hands slides into the water and destroys the reflection. "I w...

The wind blows strong through Nicol's black spikey hair when he leaves the northern forest. His brown eyes follow the events in front of the Grey Refuge. The left hand touches the leather-bracelet on his arm and he closes his eyes. He is maybe nineteen or twenty. Slowly he walks towards the entranc...