Mohoti

What would a man from a world of Immortals, Mythical Beasts and Mystical abilities do when his memories resurface in a mundane world? 
Weighed by the morals and rules of the said world they fall into utter boredom that leads them to a path of solace.
Sam chose the Solace of Games and by luck a game that mirroed reality came to be.
But before the Game could even start a plethora of reasons made him play with intense vigor.
For the World Of Vestia was waiting for his Epics to be sang.

[A/N: Author here, your Golden Tickets and Power stones are much appreciated. I'll try to make your contributions more worthwhile.]

The Epics Of Vestia

Sam woke up in the late mornings, after his briefing with the twins, Carl and his siblings they eased up the tension by watching a movie.

He groaned as he rose from his bed and went to the bathroom, after a quick shower he stood before the Bathrooms Mirror and stared at his reflection.

Gold-silver eyes, long light brown hair that reached his shoulders, bits of his hair had been braided, a consequence of sitting between Clara and Lucia, the two girls barely watched the movie since they were both focused on his head.

When he tried to stop them Clara said 'What's the use of ling hair if you can't even braid it?'

'Blame yourself for having long hair and sitting next to us.' Lucia harrumphed.

Now Sam had small braids which after drying off his hair held them together with a band and let them rest over his shoulder.

"I'll have them undo this, I'd rather have them fix me a ponytail than this."

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