[center][h1]~ A Lone Cabin ~[/h1]
[sub][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FlYJYNJDHVc]Secluded[/url][/sub][/center]

	Through the fog, a man limped past the treeline with a cloak over his head and a bag of books under his arm. Rainfall battered his approach, but he trudged on, determined to reach his destination without fail.

	Along his path, he met many critters. A squirrel cut him off and dashed around him, catching his attention, and forcing a grin. Further on still, his left leg began to creak with pain. He moaned, but pushed through the soreness and carried on. His robe caught a stone and in road and his foot fell into a divot, sending him thrashing to the ground. With his books splayed out, he was forced to collect them. It was strange though. Half of the books weren't the typical property you'd find in a library. Half of them were blank.

	Several hours later, he reached a small cabin near the center of the woods. Stepping inside was like entering a miniature library. Books and papers littered the walls, messy and unorganized. He slammed his bag on the table and sat down, leaning over a letter that was half-written.

[center][i]"I hope this finds you well.

My studies have seen no success in the past five years. I should be grateful that I still draw breath, but each passing day that I spend recounting the past brings me more pain then the last. It's excruciating, to work without the handicap of power. The slope is steep. Too steep for me to conquer alone. Still, I move forward. It's what I should do. It's what he would do."[/i][/center]

	The man reached for a quill and held it to his mouth. A blue aura encompassed the pen for a moment, and suddenly, it was tipped with ink. He continued to write.

	[center][i]"I will be making the trip to Techmo this coming spring. I hope that I am met with kindness. If this letter reaches you, I urge that-"[/i][/center]

	He paused and tapped the pen against the paper. Looking down at the blue glow that danced along his hand, he strained his eyes. The energy flickered and sparked. The slightest tint of crimson coursed through the cloudy aura, and he lowered his head.

	The man tossed the quill aside and crumpled the letter into a ball.

	[color=00aeef]"No,"[/color]

	His lip quivered and he slammed his hand against the desk.

	[color=ed1c24][i]"Not yet."[/i][/color]