The False Star
Emerald GainsPlot TwistsFeel-Good StoryMale POVFreakHypocrisyFace SlappingMagic/PowerKarma
After a century of wandering and sealed away in seclusion, I came home to the Ashveil Order.
The one who received me was the youngest apprentice of the current generation.
Taking me for a fresh recruit, he put me through a so-called pre-training inspection and helped himself to my travel pack.
"You're carrying this many rare reagents and relics? For someone just starting out, that's nothing but a burden. I'll go to the trouble of taking some off your hands."
"Why do you have so many elixirs and warding sigils? Did you rob someone? That's dangerous. I'll keep them safe for you, so no one comes hunting you for them."
Then he laid a hand on my soul-bound blade and said, "This sword carries