[center][h1]~ Chapter 3 ~[/h1]
[sub]South...[/sub][/center]

	Streams of sun hit Bobby's face, waking him in an instant. The pain in his chest was worse, but his breathing seemed to improve slightly. He turned his head to the side and smiled. "Good morn-" He paused, shocked that Oswald was already gone. He shouldn't have been. That stubborn asshole wasn't a liar. For some reason Bobby felt relief wash over him, though. Finally, one of Joshua's old farmhands was going to leave this one horse village and see the world. Course that was probably the last thing on Ozzy's mind. Angelica came first, after all.

	The southern edge of the village was where all of the townsfolk lived, all in their individual little houses, built from the ground up using wood and dirt. The log-mesh walls of Oswald's own home, smaller than most others, were clearly visible from atop the hill he stood on, but nobody would see him past the tall grass that divided the hillside from his home. It was just early enough to see farmhands waking to head over towards Joshua's farm. The blacksmith's chimney bellowed smoke and his windows lit up fiercely. All the while, Oswald could only watch as he left the only thing he knew behind him, possibly never to see his friends again.

	The road beyond was marked, thankfully, by the men who went into the forest and cut trees down for the village. But Ozzy knew this path only went on as far as they'd gone to forage and gather supplies. It could've gone on longer, but it wouldn't be marked. Than again, it'd been months since he'd been into the woods, and things can change from day to day. Still, without guidance, aside from [i]'south'[/i], how far could he even get? Where did Angelica go? And would Zelriane still be close by? The world was a frightful place, and Oz was about to step into unknown territory that would certainly bring dangers beyond his understanding.