Post by Lord Brown Bear on Mar 30, 2014 20:39:02 GMT -5
Azima stepped into the Hecate cabin, a small bag over his shoulders carrying his belongings, which consisted of a few change of clothes. He looked around the cabin and walked towards the first empty bunk he could find, tossing his bag onto it. He sat onto the bunk and sighed aloud. His entrance into camp was a disaster, but at least he was still alive. He looked around again, this was Hecate's cabin, huh? It wasn't too bad, Azima actually felt rather comfortable here, though not as comfortable as he was at home.
Though, home was where ever his father took him, and now he wasn't here.
Though, home was where ever his father took him, and now he wasn't here.
