From the edge of being forgotten, I strive to walk back! At one moment, I jumped into a hellish black void, with a metallic smell of blood echoing along with my own terrified screams. Next, I gasped and said, the wizard's powerful, almost fierce aggressive herbal scent attacked my nostrils like the scent of a vengeful demon.

I stretched out my limbs and lay in his shaky little house, on the merciless and cold floor, a painful symphony bursting out from my abandoned toy - the wounded soul. The ...