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The next day, he grabs his backpack, said goodbye to Athrea, and then, he left on his journey to Talking Island.
After a couple of weeks of traveling by foot, almost reaching to the village of Gludin, he stopped in a small town southwest of Gludio, it was just a small working place for farmers and villagers; the houses were there only for the workers who actually lived in Gludio.
Drenix went there looking for a place to spend the night, but unfortunately, he was in the wrong place at the wrong time... they was a fight between the villagers and the guards of Gludio because of the King's taxes. The guards came to collect the tax, but the workers on the other hand, were demanding better salaries.
As soon as he arrived, he approached the crowd, to see what's going on -the curiosity was still one of his defects- only to end up in the middle of a discussion hat he dont even understood.
The guards started to repress indiscriminately to the workers, until they reached the newly arrived boy.
All that violence arround him was starting to alter his mood, seeing how all were fighting among themselves, and he never understood the reason, he was always a very pacifist boy.
A guard approached Drenix, willing to punish him too, thinking he was a worker too, but the boy was already in an almost unconscious state, but the guard didnt saw that and tried to kill him. The guard charged and stabbed him in his arm.
The sound that came from the boy's mouth wasnt a scream of pain, but a bir roar that paralyzed everything in that place in an instant, everyboody turned to see how, slowly, he started to change -it's been about 3 weeks since he took the potion for the last time- but something was diferent. His eyes... those always yellow eyes were white this time... like if he was blind or something.

Before anyone could ask what was going on, the creature charged against everyone.
The workers tried to flee, just like some guards, while other, died trying to kill the beast. Almost everybody who were in that place were killed -some, even half devoured-, and the whole palce was destroyed.

That place is known now as Ruins of Despair

He woke up the next day in the middle of that place, saw the secuels of what he have done. Guided by hi fear and desperation, lookes for his backpack, took it and flee form that place flying to the west, to Gludin. Landing in a hill, north of the village, drank the oke of the potions so he could return to his human form.

After some rest, when he got his strengh back, went to the pier, and to wait for the ship that should take him to Talking Island.
When he got to the pier, gave his ticket to the captain and boarded the ship. The clouds dont inspired him too much trust, because the sky was gray, cloudy -he loves that view, but nowhen he's traveling on a ship- anyway, he didnt worried.