Mana Circle

The dusty memories strangled his chest, forcing Xion to exhale heavily. As his eyes fluttered open, he gazed at the dark grey tent. Unfamiliar yet strangely comforting.

Cocooned within the thick duvet that shielded him from the cold morning air, he lay there in silence for a bit longer. Oh, how he loved those rare moments when he could sleep for a few more minutes.

And yet, even with no one to drag him awake this time, the discipline ingrained over years of routine wouldn't let him stay in bed much longer.

Shifting carefully, he tried not to make any noise that would disturb the boy, who, he assumed, must be resting behind the curtains separating the tent's sleeping quarters.

His movements were quiet as he crept outside. The brisk morning air greeted him with icy hands sending shivers down his entire being.