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// The One: Chapter Five: Recovered and on the Move 
// Story: The Few 
// by EctopicEntropy 
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	I closed the final journal, slipped it back amid its fellows, and checked on my wound. It seemed healed enough, so I crawled out of the hole and went to look for the cross-world sigil, so that I could flee this world of pain and death and escape to a world of love and life. 
It was easy enough to find, as he left fairly good directions, and I stepped through the portal with no resistance. On the other side, I saw something I definitely did not want to. War, brutal and bloody, tearing the landscape to shreds. Immediately after followed a wave of magic, turning me into one of the horses native to the land. Scared and confused, I made for what appeared to be a castle on the hillside a ways away. I could only hope they’d take me in, whoever they were.