Hard To Control

'I think this is enough,' I said to myself and stopped.

A second later, the changes began to happen to me, and a few minutes later. I am a thin tall man, with blue skin and grey hair with falchion as the weapon.

With that, I flew into the afternoon sky.

It had been over three days since, I left the castle area and I think, I had far enough that nobody would suspect me.

I have been far too cautious. I would have been fine, if I did it yesterday, but decided to be cautious.

I do not regret it. A day is nothing compared to the trouble of being found out.

As I reached the sky, I flew toward my destination straight. My speed is the fastest I had used in the real; I don't care now if somebody found me.

I am far enough, that people can't come in groups.

They could have a near castle where their numbers were dense.

They are not here, giving me quiet freedom.