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Just something really fast I did. Concept to finish, it took me less than half an hour. I wanted to free up a bit. Anuha is from the current story I am writing (tittle tbd). The story is split into 3 parts: Prince of Time, Where Hope Went and The Dark-side of the Moon. Obviously, the first part is about Anuha. Below is a little excerpt:
As usual, the Headmaster was right. He did not even leave the academy grounds. The last thing he wanted was help. It wasn't because he was too proud to accept any help, but because he did not want to get close to anyone. With friendship, with family, with connections, comes responsibility. And with that responsibility, there is the pain knowing that he would fail in the end. Tick. Tock. The prince on the rooftop hears the birds sing, hears the water dance. But the prince on the rooftop did not celebrate because he knew the passing will be soon. The prince on the rooftop closes the lid of the watch his father left him. Tick. Tock. As the bells of the time tower rings to signal closing time at five, and the prince leaves his refuge. “I’ll be dammed,” he mutters, “If I count the seconds left”. In his father’s watch, the hands had just reached midnight, a hundred years in the future.

Description
Just something really fast I did. Concept to finish, it took me less than half an hour. I wanted to free up a bit. Anuha is from the current story I am writing (tittle tbd). The story is split into 3 parts: Prince of Time, Where Hope Went and The Dark-side of the Moon. Obviously, the first part is about Anuha. Below is a little excerpt:
As usual, the Headmaster was right. He did not even leave the academy grounds. The last thing he wanted was help. It wasn't because he was too proud to accept any help, but because he did not want to get close to anyone. With friendship, with family, with connections, comes responsibility. And with that responsibility, there is the pain knowing that he would fail in the end. Tick. Tock. The prince on the rooftop hears the birds sing, hears the water dance. But the prince on the rooftop did not celebrate because he knew the passing will be soon. The prince on the rooftop closes the lid of the watch his father left him. Tick. Tock. As the bells of the time tower rings to signal closing time at five, and the prince leaves his refuge. “I’ll be dammed,” he mutters, “If I count the seconds left”. In his father’s watch, the hands had just reached midnight, a hundred years in the future.