OOC: This is my first thread, so please go easy on me
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IC: Felix washed his face in the cold, mountain stream. He gasped as he pulled his face up for air, and looked around. To his right was his camp, a small tent and fire pit, set down by the stream. A waterfall we nearby, coming crashing down on the rocks.
As Felix sat by the fire, he looked at the rest of the mountain he had to climb.
Just ten more miles! Felix thought excitedly. He roasted some fish he had caught in the stream. He devoured it and sit, staring into the fire, as it danced in front of his gaze. He had a long think about what had happened over the past few days. The Academy had traced a lead on the Oracle Sword. Apparently it landed on the top of this very mountain, by an old hermit's house. It was stolen from in within the month, and Felix was sent to go investigate. He snuffed out the fire and went to sleep.
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Felix woke up to the sound of splashing. The sound was coming from the waterfalls just down the path. It was only barely audible over the roar of the waterfall. Felix closed his eyes and tried to get back to sleep, but something about the noise kept Felix awake. He reasoned that it was almost morning, anyways, and he should get a head start. So, he exited his little tent and got dressed, taking the Scythe with him.
As he approached the waterfalls, he saw a figure, bent over, on top of a rock. Felix cautiously approached it, and the figure suddenly looked up and turned around to face him.