The Urban Legend Sorcerer’s Apprentice

Chapter 113

The years rolled onward and the Torchbearers passed into legend. Few could even recall the ogre invasions, so distant they seemed now. But still the order stood sentinel, knowing evil never rested for long.

In a remote valley, a young initiate named Talia sat studying crumbling records of those ancient battles. She dreamed of adventure and glory, not scholarly dust.

Sighing, Talia closed the book and slipped out into the night. She scaled the monastery walls, escaping into the moonlit forest beyond. These archives held no life. She would find truth down her own path.

Talia wandered for days, enjoying her freedom. But on the fifth morning, she awoke to find herself lost in the mist-shrouded mountains. Belatedly, she tried using magic to retrace her steps, but the spell fizzled uselessly.

Then, through the mist, Talia glimpsed a faint glow. She crept toward it until the shape of a lantern emerged beneath an rocky overhang. A wrinkled crone huddled there, wrapped in tattered robes.

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