So I really wanted to publish something on this site today and certain bugs are preventing me from adding to the 15 minute challenge (just write) thread. Instead of wasting another hour trying to refresh and post the same chunk of text to that thread, I'm just gonna post it here:
Garen's hands still shook over the creaking rope bridge. How had he gotten this far? The past few days were a blur to the Brightfang. It was an brutal trek through the Wastes of Xhorhas, but he had made it through, to the Goblinoid settlement of Urzin.
Still shaky, the ropes groaned with each step. They clearly weren't designed for humans...or other creatures.
"You can do this--" He heard in his head. Those were the last words his mentor said with a grin before he turned his blade on him. There was only red in that moment. A moment Garen could never take back.
His blood boiled, but he kept control. Exhaling and letting the red fade away. When he opened his eyes again he was on the other side of the rope bridge. One step closer to the first true step.
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