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- Ebony Wand 15" Essence of Phoenix Tallon
It never occurred to him how far he would travel or where he end up was the real question. Mayhaps its was some sort quest to discover his inner self, like his way of finding himself without so much research or connecting with those that already know him. No he was going further than that, further than he would say he ever travel in his life. And with little use of his magic, he went on this quest like a muggel would go on a journey. A journey that may or may not change the way he thought about his life when it was over; if he ever reach to that point of being over. Than again, after all his wrong doings and all of mayhem he had cause, maybe it was him wanting to start over again.
Somewhere wonderful instead of darkness always shadowing him. If he kept on going, that thought made it believable. He had a reason to keep going, it was probably his last inspiration or a sign of hope he never thought he could hold him together. Link travel farthest, till he reach the city of Agra, Indian. With a population of nearly two millions citizens, Link fail to phase in with dark tan complexion of the Indian peasants. He follow the river of Yamuna, and as he went many stop to stare at the boy with tiredsome eyes and stagger limp. The more he travel, the more he went on without magic. It was challenge, not to use it. And in himself, he started to discover how weak the wizarding world was to him. All the talk of pure blood status, doing away with the very same innocents around him, he saw no difference between these people and the wizards he dealt with in the past.
If in anyway, if it was possible he thought about the ones that hated muggels, if by any chance they lost their powers how would they deal with themselves than. It was a question that drill his head continuously, as he kept going on this journey to discover themselves. Would they hide? Would they run? Would they fall to the muggel world than? He laugh, cause its exactly what a coward would have done. A coward who felt helpless without magic. He laughed, like the insane thoughts that came to his head. He laugh, and kept on laughing till his steps fell back and he couldn't go anymore. Falling towards the ground, he laugh cause the sun was taunting and his throat ached. He kept laughing till he fell unconscious...
...Waking up a few days later, he ended up in a palace. Possibly dungeons he couldn't care to look around, just second later he fell right back to unconscious again. "I'm dying, and I never got to see my son again..." he spoke, believing he was actually dying, when in truce he felt back to a deep sleep.
Somewhere wonderful instead of darkness always shadowing him. If he kept on going, that thought made it believable. He had a reason to keep going, it was probably his last inspiration or a sign of hope he never thought he could hold him together. Link travel farthest, till he reach the city of Agra, Indian. With a population of nearly two millions citizens, Link fail to phase in with dark tan complexion of the Indian peasants. He follow the river of Yamuna, and as he went many stop to stare at the boy with tiredsome eyes and stagger limp. The more he travel, the more he went on without magic. It was challenge, not to use it. And in himself, he started to discover how weak the wizarding world was to him. All the talk of pure blood status, doing away with the very same innocents around him, he saw no difference between these people and the wizards he dealt with in the past.
If in anyway, if it was possible he thought about the ones that hated muggels, if by any chance they lost their powers how would they deal with themselves than. It was a question that drill his head continuously, as he kept going on this journey to discover themselves. Would they hide? Would they run? Would they fall to the muggel world than? He laugh, cause its exactly what a coward would have done. A coward who felt helpless without magic. He laughed, like the insane thoughts that came to his head. He laugh, and kept on laughing till his steps fell back and he couldn't go anymore. Falling towards the ground, he laugh cause the sun was taunting and his throat ached. He kept laughing till he fell unconscious...
...Waking up a few days later, he ended up in a palace. Possibly dungeons he couldn't care to look around, just second later he fell right back to unconscious again. "I'm dying, and I never got to see my son again..." he spoke, believing he was actually dying, when in truce he felt back to a deep sleep.