The Wynn Awaits

by ProfessorSword

A group of young friends, after leaving from their home province of Fruma, ends up in Wynn to fight the corruption. While they're at it, they find new things about themselves and their pasts as well as a strange discovery that no one has ever, in the Province of Wynn, ever come across. Read the story to find out. Story may cross between another story called "For the Wynn"

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The sound of the harp echoed into the air. It was a cool night. Nice, low, and soft winds rustled the grass as the carriage drove by. The stars glowed brightly, shining the path of the trail more clearly. It was surprisingly cool that night. Most nights back in Fruma were usually too hot or too cold. But here was nice. Even on the trail to Wynn, It was better than they last were. The wind blew again. The smell of river waters and old oak trees filled the air. The subtle freshness of open nature was heartwarming.

The wind blew once more. Tesser sighed, and stroked his black hair. He leaned against the wood boxes strewn around the carriage and tugged on his harp strings again, thinking about the old days where he sat in his room, reading every book he could, on philosophy, mathematics, construction, alchemy, and pretty much and text he could get his hands on. When he heard about the ongoing battle of the Wynn Province against the corruption, he gladly signed up, waiting to fight for the greater good, and prove to the world that even a stay home person like him could do more than just read a book. His friends joined alongside him, and he knew the journey would be a nice one. Before he stepped onto the caravan, he brought along his favorite blue harp that he always played at night when he got tired, and a few books to read on his journey to Wynn. It would prove useful later, he assured himself.

Tesser tugged at his gray, woven undershirt and his long white coat. People at Fruma used to always ask him questions all the time because he looked more like a researcher than an adventurer. Although the coat looked very professional like, he only wore it because it was comfortable, stylish (like a cape), and it was his father's. He didn't remember his family all that well. Everything that happened at Fruma started to get hazy, and Tesser didn't know why.

'Maybe everything will get better when we reach Ragni. If I keep trying to remember my past, I'll probably go crazy.' thought Tesser. 'Probably just like those poor, corrupted souls in Wynn.' He pressed his hands against his eyes and stretched, cracking his spine and his legs. After breathing for a couple seconds, He came to his senses and put his blue, engraved harp into his personal bag and tied it shut. Without a second to lose he lay down on his woolen sleeping pad and closed his eyes.

He wondered about his family, his other friends, his surroundings, and all the books he read in that mammoth library his father owned. He sighed one final time that night, and fell asleep.