Hmm, where to now? Wondered Sonlen to himself as he exited the fountain room. As he walked through the long hallway, he found a door that read:

Infirmary

He suddenly noticed the extreme pain in his side where the werewolf had slashed him a little bit earlier. “Damn, should get that patched up,” muttered Sonlen to himself. He entered the room, which was filled with beds occupied with strange creatures, some of them not even humanoid, nor recognizable to Sonlen. “Not from my realm....” Again, Sonlen wasn’t exactly shocked, he was used to these kinds of things.

“Dammit, of course, my healing magic,” he had remembered he was adept at healing small wounds, “I can only heal what I can see…” he muttered to himself, “Luckily, I can see all of this.” He held his hand over the wound and focused. The wound quickly scabbed over. “Not perfect, but good enough for now.” He felt himself slightly drained of energy.

He exited the room quickly, silently closing the door. About five minutes later, he found a door labeled:

Library

“Hmm, could do with a bit of reading,” said Sonlen quietly, he opened the door and was amazed to see seemingly endless rows of books, towering above him as far as he could see, and farther. “Quite a collection,” said Sonlen in awe, “Not even the Elven library at home… wait, no, don’t think of that. I’ll just find a book.” He wandered into the third row of books on his right, went about halfway down, and pulled a book randomly from the shelf on his left side.

“The Ancient Elven History,” read Sonlen to himself, instantly very interested, he noticed that he and his companions were mentioned, though not by name.

‘An unknown Elven swordsarcher, and some others, including a Tree Spirit, played a vital role in the Blood Clan War of the Seventh Age…’

He couldn’t stand the memories, he slammed the book shut and quickly left the library.

Sonlen was trying to hold back his sorrow for the unknown fates of his friends, in his grief; he blindly walked into a room entitled:

Gardens

“Yes, I need to relax, just cool down some,” said Sonlen, taking in the wonderful fragrances of the amazing and strange plants that surrounded him. One looked like a large, blue bulb with strange red and black markings all around the sides. Another was emitting an extremely enticing aroma that put Sonlen into a kind of trance, “No, snap out of it,” he told himself, shaking his head. And yet another of the strange and exotic plants was completely black and looked like a rose, but upon closer inspection, Sonlen found that there were several small, sharp spikes protruding from the center that he was sure were poisonous. He soon grew tired of inspecting the strange plants and left the room.

He came upon a room that read:

Dome Center

“Hmm, maybe there will be someone who can tell me were I am and what this place is,” said Sonlen, opening the door. He however was disappointed, the rather plain room was empty except for a small table in the center, a few chairs, and a desk that was unoccupied. “Oh well,” said Sonlen, “I guess I’ll just have to figure out where I am by my self.”

He found a room that, like the others he had came upon, had a plaque on it, this one read:

Cafeteria

“No, I don’t have any time to eat,” muttered Sonlen, despite this, he opened the door a bit and looked inside. This room, like the Infirmary, was filled with strange, completely unrecognizable creatures.

After some time and much more wandering Sonlen came upon a door that wasn’t like the others he had came across, instead of a plaque engraved with the title of the room on it, there was a picture, a picture of a very old-looking book with a single water droplet centered on the cover. “I wonder…” said Sonlen to himself, in his curiosity, he opened the door and found himself in front of a lake with an island in the center. “I have the strangest feeling that I should… I need to go to that island,” said Sonlen, barely managing to control the sound of awe in his voice, “but how? How do I get there?”

He thought on this for quite some time then he realized that there was some rope loosely piled a few yards away from him. “Maybe…” said Sonlen, thinking to himself. He walked over to the rope, picked it up, and ran it through his hands, about every five inches pulling around a section of it as if to test its strength, it was surprisingly long.

“Maybe…” muttered Sonlen, he then took one end of the rope and tied it to a particularly strong branch on a nearby tree. He then tied the other end to an extremely thick arrow from his quiver and nocked the arrow. He took careful aim and struck a tree on the island with the arrow, the rope tensed. He grabbed the rope and began pulling himself across to the island. Once he was there, he cut the rope with his sword to keep anyone from following him.

He walked no more than fifty feet into the heart of the island and he heard a splash from behind him.

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Follow the adventures of Sonlen, (My BA character) Kitar, Moddehn, and Mirabella in this exciting first person story in the form of journal entries by Sonlen! here
This was created by me!!!

My Battle arena character, Sonlen Evandar Xiulta

muse-definition 3b-a source of inspiration


Sweet animation coutesy of Zero.