With my days of sparring over,
I now had one week,
Just to prepare.
Ren also stopped our lessons.
So with that,
I began my own research.
Both the physical,
And the written exam,
I had no trouble with.
But the survival,
Was what would make or break,
My chances of passing.
What Armes said had intrigued me,
For the survival;
When they drugged you.
They've always done that;
"To keep things fresh.",
As Leon always said.
But as I studied,
In Borhn's great library,
An idea struck me.
During Ren's classes,
I learned all about potions,
And their side effects.
All throughout Ligen,
There was only one potion,
That could make you sleep.
It was made from a flower,
Called "feresc",
That you either drank or breathed.
Potion production,
Ran directly through Nyraun,
To both of Borhn's guilds.
I couldn't get the potion,
But that same flower,
Was quite in my reach.
The feresc flower,
Grew seasonally,
All throughout the grove we used.
It was the only place,
Besides Nyraun's crops,
Where I could access them.
So every day,
Right after my strength training,
I went to the grove.
I would eat,
The ferescs raw,
To build a natural immunity.
If I kept this up,
By the time of the test,
The effects would be nulled.
By retaining some conscience,
I would have an advantage,
Come the test.
I would never cheat,
So before all this,
I checked the official rules.
Nothing was said against it,
So I proceeded,
In hopes of passing.
Under the bare moonlight,
The purple feresc,
Would be my nightly feast.
The flower tasted bitter,
But my victory...
Would be oh so sweet.
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The Three Blessed Kings
PoetryOnly the power of the "Three Blessed Kings" can restore peace and prosperity to this corrupt kingdom. Explore a vast array of landscapes while enjoying the novel's unique use of the Haiku style format. Truly a passion product.
