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PouchThere are believed to be many layers of Hell. Hell, the dark and hot place that souls go after death if their time on Earth had been less than extraordinary. A place where torture, or at least some sort of repentance, awaits all souls who walk through those scorched and aged gates. What exactly was down there differed from story to story, though it was eerie how many religions held the concept of it. Some saw the place as a fiery domain where people constantly burnt, unable to find peace. Others saw it as a void where their worst nightmares surrounded them, breaking either their mind or their spirit (sometimes both).
Some believed that Earth itself was Hell.
Finn didn't agree with any of that. That wasn't to say he necessarily disagreed, but rather he had never given it any attention or thought. Such thoughts were either beyond him or too trivial, though the truth was hard to decipher. If it does exist, the young boy began to think, despite the subject being one he rarely broached. It's a four day walk from Hargeon to Crocus without anyone to talk to, anything to do, or any training time.
No one said that Finn was a complicated man. The young sprouting Adventurer had his idea of fun, of a good life and of torture. To him, the complete absence of excitement or liveliness was one of the worst tortures imaginable. Now, just recently entering the domain of Crocus, Finn was faced with a rather harsh reality.
Just because one found their destination did not necessarily mean that the boredom would end. That was something he realized very shortly after arriving, though had yet to find a way to remedy it. The original plan had been for him and Jake to venture to Worth Woodsea to investigate that spooky house that Jake had told him about. Instead, the Guildmaster requested Jake stay behind for some renovations (like that made any sense), and Finn to go to Crocus for some unknown and unspoken reason.
Now, laying on a stone bench with his legs on either side and arms hanging along with them, he stared up at the blue and cloudless sky. "This... Might be it Jake. I don't know if I can make it. It's just... So... Boring~"
Some believed that Earth itself was Hell.
Finn didn't agree with any of that. That wasn't to say he necessarily disagreed, but rather he had never given it any attention or thought. Such thoughts were either beyond him or too trivial, though the truth was hard to decipher. If it does exist, the young boy began to think, despite the subject being one he rarely broached. It's a four day walk from Hargeon to Crocus without anyone to talk to, anything to do, or any training time.
No one said that Finn was a complicated man. The young sprouting Adventurer had his idea of fun, of a good life and of torture. To him, the complete absence of excitement or liveliness was one of the worst tortures imaginable. Now, just recently entering the domain of Crocus, Finn was faced with a rather harsh reality.
Just because one found their destination did not necessarily mean that the boredom would end. That was something he realized very shortly after arriving, though had yet to find a way to remedy it. The original plan had been for him and Jake to venture to Worth Woodsea to investigate that spooky house that Jake had told him about. Instead, the Guildmaster requested Jake stay behind for some renovations (like that made any sense), and Finn to go to Crocus for some unknown and unspoken reason.
Now, laying on a stone bench with his legs on either side and arms hanging along with them, he stared up at the blue and cloudless sky. "This... Might be it Jake. I don't know if I can make it. It's just... So... Boring~"
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Boring. That was the word to describe everything that Yoshino was feeling at the moment. Like any other eleven year old, a child stuck within her household with nothing to do was, without a doubt, bored. Laying upon her bed and staring into the ceiling, her sapphire eyes looked lifeless with no apparent reason to change.
