Prince of The Abyss

Still, seven years... it was almost frightening, to think just how much time had passed... he didn’t really remember much of his home Kingdom... of his family, of his people.

After all, out of those years he had been home, he only remembered those after he turned four...

’Two years away... from becoming an adult... why do I not want that time to come?

Aether looked back at Kade.

”How much money do we have left?”

The boy reached into his pocket, revealing forty-three embers... that was the money they had.

It wasn’t a lot at all... was it even going to be enough for their journey?

And he wasn’t really sure he could fight, so they couldn’t take a job from the board... so what were they going to do? Just risk it?

Well... they could just spend all their money on food, and then live in their sleeping bags, and drink water from rivers... but were they ready to live in the Wilderness, after all, who knew what monsters could attack them?

But did they have any choice?

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He could try to fight with his left hand... or get some low-paying jobs that didn’t require fighting, but at the same time, it was going to be hard to get one with so many people after them.

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He was going to figure it out... but now he wanted to do something else.

”What time is it?”

Kade squinted his eyes. ”Almost midnight, why?”

Aether chuckled at his suspicion. ”No reason.”

Getting out of bed, Aether felt his leg hurt, but only slightly, meaning it had mostly healed enough for him to walk and do most things he wanted to do.

”I’m going on a walk, I want to get some fresh air.”

Kade watches as Aether passes him. ”You should get rest... but you wouldn’t listen if I tried to stop you, so just go.”

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Aether walked through the city for a while, but as he felt midnight was drawing near, he headed towards the middle of the town, his reason for doing so was that the ribs were here... and he was going to climb them.

He had to say, it had been a little hard to do so, not only because of the texture of the ribs, or his lack of skill, but also because he tried not to hurt his leg more. But in the end, he was able to climb up the rib.

On top, he could see a lot of the city... but more importantly, he could see the sky, and its beauty... the many stars that were in the sky... stars that were actually gigantic, but they were only small because they were far away from them.

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Maybe that was why home felt so small... because it was so far away.

...If he had to say, it was probably midnight by now, and even if it wasn’t, it was soon going to be.

So could he say that he was a sixteen-year-old now?

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When he first got trapped in the Withered, a part of him thought that he was going to be back home by this time, but look at him now, in a book, but at the same time still in that place... he didn’t know if he was trapped, well kinda, since he didn’t think he could get past the camps anymore without the relic he had.

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He could have left... but he didn’t, because he wanted revenge...

But did he want that anymore?...

He wanted to get stronger, so maybe he could find a way to get them back...

But if he came across the same decision, of getting home and getting them back... what would he do?

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The latter...

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It was stupid, and he knew that, after all, what were the chances that there was some way to bring back the dead... and plus, even if there was, he had to be really strong, and he wasn’t even a Seeker, so it was going to take a while to get there.

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But I guess this only told him one thing.

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He had to finish this book this year; he wasn’t going to wait until he turned seventeen.