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@denali-christianson

*recovers from hug and returns it, joins you in a happy dance which consists of lots of hopping and waving arms (I shouldn’t have stopped those ballet lessons)*
@rose-colored-fancy

Well my favorite characters are Gavril, I found him relatable, Acyn, he was hilarious, and Allen Ziess (I think that was his name).
And here’s a description of Khalon:

Height: 5’ 9”

He is dark-skinned with neatly cut black hair. Is about as muscular as a 17-19 guy would be (not exactly sure what that would be exactly). And he is currently carrying no weapons.

KHALON

Khalon strode toward the gates at the south end of the Blesseds’ Academy. He breathed in deeply. It was just a normal hunting trip. That’s all it was. He saw Cahira standing in front of the gate. Khalon grit his teeth. He could deal with not seeing his family for the past few years, but to have to put up with her? It was unbearable.

Suddenly the ground began to move. Khalon crouched down, eying his surroundings. What was going on now. The earth began to rise higher and higher above him. No, he was the one falling. Desperation filled him as he clawed at the dirt around him. No use. Soon the earth was no longer surrounding him. Instead there was only cold, dark stone.
Khalon landed hard on his feet and then collapsed. He gasped. What was this? He groaned and rubbed his legs. Where was he?
Khalon staggered to his feet, using the walls as support. Only a few meters ahead was a fire. There were people scattered around it. “Hello?” he called warily. He stepped into the clearing. “Do you know where I am?”