GUESS WHOS BACK!!!! WITH A NEW SET OF WRITING SLILL FROM A03. I looked back at the story and I might say I miss creating these so I'm back better then ever.

The sun rises and dusk settles as The Voice viciously screams into the mind of Sam.

"WAKE THE FUCK UP!." The Voice screamed making sam fall down to the hard road floor.

"What the fuck was that for?" Sam hissed at the Voice in his mind.

"That's for making me stay up all night. Anyways we have unfinished stuff to do." The Voice said and with a comical timing Sam's stomach grumbles.

Sam snickers at the timing but his stomach says otherwise. They go inside the rotting church to see the Young girl or "Brat" sleeping on a decaying mattress. Both of them feels bad for her but more important matters are at hand.

Looking around the decaying church and village not once they found some kind of food item or a fishing rod. The Voice grumbles trying to find where is the nearest location of a fishing rod and lo and behold he found one near a pond a few miles from the village.

They walk down the blue and green forest passing by some wild monsters like hellhounds, Grabbing some weird fruits like a heart shaped one or a mushroom with uhhh... Veins. They reach the eye sore of a pond with pink water unmoving.

They see the fishing rod at the floor of a dock. They grab it thinking nothing of it before using it to catch some fishes.

"This place is a bit too calm. I suggest that you keep your gaurd up." The Voice said as if it's looking around.

"Good idea but I think it's better to watch the pond more then the forest behind me." Sam said with a tired undertone.

"Fine then. Ha… what now?" The Voice wondered.

"What do you mean what now?" Sam questioned The Voice. Catching a salmon.

"Do we live with that brat or we go out in a world." The Voice pondered.

Sam stood silent as the rod caught another one. He looks down into the wooden dock and take a long deep breath.

"For a long time I spent my life in Lescatie in the deepest slums of the city. I deeply cared for my friends, yet I want to be free from my restraints and wonder the world." Sam said in a sad but hopeful voice.

"..." The Voice stayed silent. As a ghostly nod it is felt as Sam continues to fish for food.