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The Vagabond's Gaze

He lost his home, he lost his only friend, he was cursed to roam the lands alone, to be shunned by society, haunted by memories of what he once had. Then his eyes suddenly opened, and everything became clear, he could see all, nothing could hide from his gaze, it seemed like he had been blessed by the heavens, or could it have been a curse? Navigating a conflict-torn world, filled with deceit and lies, war and honour, he comes to discover what is hidden beneath its surface, secrets hidden under the veil, truths that were never true. As his journey unfolds, his findings reveal that his newfound eyes carry a much deeper secret, and he soon finds himself entangled in a web of ancient danger beyond his imagination. Follow the journey of the vagabond, Ivander Rostov Marquez. {A/N: This is purely a work of fiction and imagination, while there might be some familiar elements related to real life, it is not meant to offend anyone or push any negative agenda and is just meant for entertainment purposes.}

odogwu_d_wise · Fantasie
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Elena and Irene

"You're quite young. Are you leaving also?" the girl's mother asked after calming down and observing Ivan carefully.

"Leaving also?" Ivan echoed in response, his voice tinged with a bit of surprise.

"What do you mean by 'leaving also' ma'am?" Ivan asked, trying to confirm whether his thoughts coincided with what the woman meant by that.'

"You're from Yaran too right? Surely you survived everything that happened, although barely." She asked while eyeing Ivan. Her gaze lingered on Ivan's crushed foot that was wrapped in a white material, allowing for the excess blood to seep through, clearly showing the sorry state his foot was in. She showed a pitying face before she continued.

"You are leaving Tasvill right? That can be the only reason you would come this far north. We are not too far from the natural border and the other trade route. Surely you didn't just stroll here right?"

She's smart. Ivan praised internally.