Lost, but on Purpose. Volume I Part I: Full Retreat I was able to predict the fall of Arvik. Nokia had retreated leaving Bork in charge. I gathered all I could from the ruins and set off for the Kalros Mountains. I flew the first miles but then a blizzard blew in. It was impossible to see and I made a landing. My elytra was now useless. That first night I found a cave and crawled in. It was cold and I was weak. A fire was lit from my bow and I broke out the first of my supplies. Mutton and potatoes was all I had to eat. It was all I had ever had to eat. I then took out a torch and melted some ice for water and drank heartily. Then I slept. It was cold and bitter with snow all around me. The next morning I woke up in a cold sweat. The blizzard had stopped but I wasn't alone. A polar bear was wandering out side my cave. I readied my bow and nocked and arrow. I aimed and took my shot the bear roared and came towards me with rage in it's eyes. I nocked a second arrow and the beast fell. Quickly I rushed forward and salvaged all meat from it that I could. I ate the bear for breakfast and devised a plan. I would have to vacate Kalros to Aladra. Once there I could safely meet an old friend of mine. And so I set out on foot. My elytra had been badly damaged the night before in the storm and I left it in the cave. When first descending the mountains I would try to lower my self slowly. This, unfortunately, resulted in me be overly cautious and not making good enough travel time. Next I tried running down but I soon fell and this was where my first stroke of bad luck hit. I broke my right arm, my sword arm. I was now defenseless. The nearest supply source that I was aware of was Hilo, enemy territory. I needed to get in heal and get out, even harder with a bad arm. I found some sticks and fashioned a splint to serve as a brace for my arm. My unfortunate incident had brought me down the mountain far enough where I would no longer need to go that slowly. I was able to make it down without further harm. Now to Hilo. Night was setting in so I found a tree and rested beneath it's trunk. I ate less this time, my rations were running low. I needed more food and some water. I though about it after a good night's rest and decided that I would get Hilo to give me supplies by being a beggar. I tore my clothes on my arrow and splashed mud on my face. I walked to hilo and developed a slouch to help pull the act. I showed up to the front gate of Hilo and gave a yelp. "Help me. Help me please." I said it loud enough to be heard and quiet enough to sound weak. A tall man on the wall answered me. "Who goes there?" He boomed in a loud strong voice. "Just a lowly traveler in need of food and medicine." "How do we know we can trust you?" "Come now friend. Surely I with a broken arm and a weak body pose no threat to such a powerful force such as your self." I had a way with words. Not a natural talent. I had spent many an hour studying the art of persuasion and speech in my free time. "I suppose you may come in. We shall give you food medical aid and bedding for the night then you must leave." "Thank you sir you are to kind." The gate opened and I was let in. He lead me to a small shack. There were no windows and it was old and worn down. The roof seemed to be falling apart and as far as I could guess the inside wasn't any better. I was correct of course for the inside was worse. There were cobwebs everywhere and a thick line of dust coated the floor. There was one small bed. It too was coated in dust. It was made of hay and cloth. "You'll sleep here tonight. I will bring food and medicine for you." "Thank you sir." Food was brought in no hurry. I waited there was no past time and what was about two hours felt like two days. Food was brought and I ate slow. I tried to savor every bite. The food, of course, was mutton and potatoes. I didn't care it was delicious. Along with this food was a bottle of Instant Health II potion. Enough to fix my arm and more. I drank it down quickly. The taste was of strawberry, or maybe it was cherry. It seemed as though the taste changed every second some good and some bad. My arm felt better immediately. I went to bed for the night. That night I had a dream. I was being chased by a covenant soldier and had tripped and fallen. I was sure that the soldier would kill me but he didn't. Instead he reached out his hand to help me up. I was so taken aback I just sat there in aww. Suddenly a figure ran up from behind and killed the soldier. The figure was a disfigured Nokia. His face appeared to be melting off and his eyes were replaced with fire. The cackled maniacally and relished in his killing. He then stood over me and slapped me on my right cheek. He told me to get on my feet. He told me that if he ever saw me run away from one of them again he would end me. There was no room for weakness in Arvik. I woke up in a hot sweat. I rubbed my right cheek. The pain almost felt to feel real. Something wasn't right. In the morning the soldier came and got me. "Let's move buddy." I stood up and followed him. That word made me think, 'buddy'. I thought about how these people had let me into their home and shown me kindness despite the possibility of me betraying them. Something inside me didn't feel write. I had been told they would enslave and kill me! I had been told that they were the evil and that we were the good. My mentality was a wreck. My hands shook as I walked that day. I recited the words I had been taught in Arvik. Arvik is our city, Arvik is our kingdom. I shall fight for Asmund for my life. The Covenant is evil and I shall slay them. I must defend my kingdom and destroy theirs. For without my success I shall be enslaved. Forever shall I cry should I be captured. There is no weakness in Asmund. There is no weakness in our armada. Those with weakness shall perish. The words felt so empty now but I still believed them. I had tricked the Hilo guard. He was stupid. It was my cleverness that got me in not his kindness! Even as I thought those words I questioned them. How could he have been that stupid. He hadn't even questioned me about where I was going or coming from. I realized where I was. I was close to the Kalros docks. I could catch The North Star to Aladra. Thoughts of being able to fight again flooded my mind. I could stunt The Covenant. Somehow with all hope we could take them down, against all odds. I ran and reached the docks. I waited patiently for a boat to arrive. I was out of food and starving. No boat came that day. I slept and dreamt of Melchiott's bread in Aladra. I could eat it for days upon end. The next morning I was awoken by a bell. I heard a voice yell, "Last call for The North Star to Aladra. Any final takers? I rushed up and spoke. "Me, take me. Please tell me you have space left." The man laughed and said to me. "Poor lad you must be stranded to act this way. Come aboard we'll be there by sunrise tomorrow." Author's Note:I would like to thank Wizardteepot. He has inspired me to make this story of my time in hiding. I find that I write my own lore when I play. So I have decided to write my story for when I don't play. This was the first break I took from Loka. It lasted about 1.5 months. Volume I Part II will be out shortly explaining how I came back to Loka. Afterwards Volume II will be out explaining my second break. From then on I intend to write Library books for the Aladran Library about Pavis and Skuhism. I would also like to thank Skuhoo and the rest of the covenant. When Arvik fell I quit because I got bored. I came back and quit again. The next time I came back Skuhoo and The Covenant have made me stay. Lastly I'd also like to thank Iblis for fighting by my side. Lastly lastly I'd like to thank _Adzy for all the great Orange moments he has given me. 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