Riddle felt a throb in his head, a pounding sensation that would not go away. He didn’t know how he had gotten to this strange place with tall buildings, or why his sunburst scar itched like crazy, only that he was here now and it felt like a piece of him was missing. Riddle stood, stretching his lithe form and looked around a bit more. He was in a market place square, with people running about in various directions, others screaming out their wares and whatnot, some arguing about the price of a few things. Riddle strode right into the middle of it, and realized that was one of his biggest mistakes. He was kicked, stepped on and thrown out of the way, tail pulled by children with tendrils of snot running down their faces, he scuttled out of their grasp, out of the way as fast as he could only to jump onto a ledge of a fountain and slip in. His day had gone from bad to worse. In his pocket he felt the hum of his runes in their now soaked bag. At least that much was the same, he still had his most precious possession, but he couldn’t help but feel he was forgetting something… no someone, very very important.
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