Never Ever Give UpChapter 2
Every time I washed up in front of the mirror my eyes were drawn to the figure on my chest and the huge emerald it boasted. Why was it there? What was its purpose? Supposedly wizards didn’t do anything without a reason and that sawed-off little guy that put it there was definitely a wizard. I realized that I’d been ensorcelled to not forget, but ignore that I’d been through a gate and all about that short little fucker that jump started my abilities. I ran through my memories with a fine...