Ashton had left the Arvandor Village a month ago to survive. He had spent the majority of his time training in the wild and his physique had come a long way since then.
But as the time for the annual Coming of Age Ceremony approached, he knew he had to return.
The ceremony was a tradition in which all young feys between the ages of 16 and 18 were required to participate. It was a rite of passage, marking the transition from adolescence to adulthood. This year, there would be at least 150 young feys taking part. Well, at least that's the amount he estimated in his head.
Ashton felt somewhat nostalgic on his way back, but he knew that this feeling originated from the familiarity of this body's old owner. He had changed a lot since he had left. He had built up his muscles and cut off his long hair, which he had always kept tied in a knot. He knew he looked different, but he didn't realize just how much until he arrived.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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