Walking...

Anga stood outside the Arrow, looking up into the stars, searching.
He sheathed his sword, slung his quiver of arrows over his shoulder and finished packing his bag.
Where he was going, he did not know, he felt...drawn to just go...somewhere...
He thought to himself
"Where? who? why?" He scratched his ear and proceded to squeez an extra bundle of bandages inside his bag and put it on his back.
Moving off towards the forest, he began to whistle a tune, unfamiliar to him, but he whistled, and he felt happy...

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> Anga stood outside the Arrow, looking up into the stars, searching. > He sheathed his sword, slung his quiver of arrows over his shoulder and finished packing his bag. > Where he was going, he did not know, he felt...drawn to just go...somewhere... > He thought to himself > "Where? who? why?" He scratched his ear and proceded to squeez an extra bundle of bandages inside his bag and put it on his back. > Moving off towards the forest, he began to whistle a tune, unfamiliar to him, but he whistled, and he felt happy...
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