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The young male was humble and shy; he didn't like a life in the spotlights and being the centre of everyone's attention. Instead he enjoyed the simple life. But that was also his downfall because heroes enjoyed the spotlights, otherwise there were no heroic tales and adventurous moments. Otherwise a story was just that, a recollection of moments and experiences. He was quite contradictionary in his Epic quest to become who he was supposed to be. Whoever that was. 

"Hmm, who do you think fits me best, then?" Epic questioned the story-driven Rennie whose heart and head was filled with many tales. Everyone of them he wished to learn with great interest. Still there was a flaw in his own logic, a thing he had yet to learn. He shouldn't try and set his ambitions on being something he wasn't; with each passing moment and breath he was writing his own story. Or actually, the author is ;-)

"That's a wise lesson. And the truth; though not always easy." He nodded in agreement, finding truth in her words. Though for him it was rare to hold his tongue and not speak (before he thought) especially when emotions came into play. Another shred of wisedom that he still had to learn.  "So what is your question for me?" Or was their day already coming to an end as hours filled with talk and joy flew by fast.