On the sea, sailed a small boat. This boat was not used for purposes such as trade, or fishing. This boat was used as a mobile jail cell. Destined for one location… away from the homeland. This boat had no crew, it had no mechanisms moving it, this boat was being driven by a spell. A spell cast by the Wizards of the Magician Guard to condemn its passenger to exile. The exile spent days staring at the ocean as the boat moved on its own. The Exile wondered if there would be an end to this endless sea. That perhaps at the very least, there would be a great waterfall at the end to pull him down to the abyss. Maybe there would be guardians and monsters waiting to drown him in his boat, so at the very least the boredom would end.

  The Exile had a simple meal of magic rations that the Magician Guard left him each day. Bread and water produced from Magical Energy only the wizards could use and understand. His past time consisted of staring at the vast sea, hoping for something other then the clouds in the sky and the setting and the rising of the sun. At this point many other men would have lost their sanity. The Exile was an enduring kind of person, resilient.  It would take more then afew weeks on a ship of the condemned to destroy his mind, although that does not mean he was not starting to lose it. As unique of a person he was, he was only human. He knew this, and he knew that unless there would be something different on the horizon soon. He would be in great danger of losing his mind.

He stared at the waves crashing against his moving prison. He thought of how simple it would be if he were to jump over and let the sea take him. Ofcourse the only thing that kept him from jumping was the little bit of pride and dignity the Magician Guard left him. The pathetic, the losers and the quitters were the ones who commited suicide. The Exile was none of these and therefore smacked himself when he had begun the thoughts of jumping. He went back inside the boat to sit at the table and think. Eventually he fell asleep on the table.

Eventually he opened his eyes. He was almost afraid or going onto the deck. He was afraid he would finally give in and jump. As much as he tried to keep himself from doing so, he forced himself up and walked onto the deck of the ship. As the door to the outside opened. The Exile was disturbed at first, he looked around to see what could be disturbing him except nothing was there. The sail was still on the ship. The rations were still in the corner, and everything on a regular day was where it was suppose to be, except the sounds of the sea, the sounds of the waves crashing against the ship. These sounds were not there. These sounds were replaced by the sounds of seagulls and other birds, and when the exile looked over the side of the ship. He saw forests, he saw birds flying through the air, he saw a sandy beach on the ground beneath him. At first the exile had to wonder whether or not he was dreaming. A new land, it simply could not be, he would ask someone to pinch him to see if he was dreaming but ofcourse there was nobody there. 

He took a minute to consider his options.

If he was crazy and it was only oceans, below him, he could jump, drown and have this all end.

If he was not crazy and if he was indeed in a new land, then he would have a chance to begin a new life.

Ultimately these options both consisted of the act of jumping, at this point the exile simply did not care anymore.

When he jumped overboard, he landed on sand. he picked up sand, and he knew, that he was not indeed insane. He found something, he found a new place to explore and make a home for himself. A place where the Wizards could not condemn him to further punishment. Ofcourse to make a home for himself in this new land, he would have see if he was alone or not…..