A new chapter

Edmund had reached the Oerwoud after nonstop travel. Sleep, walk, sleep, walk. He'd made it but it had been exhausting. The Ancient had set up a small camp for the night and currently sat leaning against a tree. The emotions swirling in the teen were bittersweet. He was excited to see the world, eager to grow stronger and learn. But leaving home, leaving his family was hard. And despite his lack of regrets, knowing that he'd betrayed his mum and Safrin, hurt. Relaxing as much as he could, the Ancient found himself absentmindedly playing with his tail, not unlike a bored cat. Having a tail and horns was certainly an abrupt change. But it was kind of fun, and he liked his horns. They were simple but still rather elegant to him. Rather fitting for Torchline's runaway prince. Edmund the prince of torchline