DegasClover

“Gods, (F/n). How did you get yourself into this?” you outwardly asked yourself, trudging aimlessly through the charred, dead forest that you had come terribly accustomed to. The only landmark that you had to go on in this desolate land was a monstrous mountain, its beauty juxtaposed by the ugly woods that dotted the countryside. “There is an enormous mountain to guide you and yet you still managed to get lost!” This wasn’t the first time you had become hopelessly lost in a completely foreign landscape, and you sincerely doubted that it would be the last. That’s if I ever find my way about of here, you tho