The woods were thick, dark and oppressive, looming over in a black canopy, the occasional shaft of bright light that pierced the makeshift ceiling. Octavius moved swiftly along the dirt path between massive expanses of wooded forest.
This would be the last time he would have to sojourn through these dismal forests, the last time he would have to suffer the humid temperatures, the annoying insects that continued to buzz around his head, and the occasional rustling from the undergrowth, causing him to stop dead in his tracks.
He had finally managed to sell his family home. The dilapidated old building was on its last legs, but would serve a family for a few more seasons. That's what he told them anyway. In truth the building would collapse ion a few days when Octavius's rune of holding ran out of power. It didn't really bother him that the family might die, it wasn't his problem.
But they were worthless, expendable.
His tutor had finally left, after Octavius beat him in a duel, as his tutor had predicted at their first lesson. It had not been easy, bruises and welts covered most of his arms, and he had fractured two ribs from where's his tutor's animated silver fist had sent him into a solid stone wall. He had healed them, but he never did bother to learn much of the healing arts. The best form of defense being attack, he reminded himself.
Hehe, you've started thinking about him again haven't you?...
Octavius winced as the slurred, rasping voice uncoiled itself in his mind, its voice grinding against his mental suppression.
Ooh, now that's rude! You know you like talking to me really... I'm the only one you can't get rid of hehe...
Shut up, this is not the time for a running monologue
He stopped walking and closed his eyes, bringing up both hands and resting the tips of his fingers just below them. He visualized the large metal box, covered with locks and chains, and placed the voice in it, locked the box and secured it with chains and welded it shut.
He wiped the sweat from his brow. It was getting gradually harder to do that, each time required more concentration. But the power it gave him made up for any shortcomings in 'its' personality.
The forest started to clear, massive towering foliage began to be replaced by long lying pasture, grazing land for animals. He could see the high hills that boarded Marn. Soon he would be in the city, far away from that disgusting little town, with its disgusting little people.
He twitched in scorn, and resumed his quick pace towards Marn, and towards his future...