Logan needed a rest. A break away from Cresswell. Away from all the fights that seemed to go on twenty-four-seven. Seriously, Cresswell students had a bad problem- they couldn’t keep in their anger. The talked with their fists, not their mouths like civil people. Logan hated it.
He hated Cresswell. Wasn’t meant for that school. Logan was raised to be a Guild student, but somehow he got mixed up in some kind of fire. His application went to the rival school of his dream. And soon after, his nightmare that became his life started.
So he often went into the town when he needed to get away. He was almost always there, really. The townspeople knew him well. Seeing them always made him happy, and he always took the time to help them. To put his energy into something good, not evil.
Currently he was walking around the local bookstore. The sweet old lady that owned the store let him help stock up, put books away. It was relaxing. Somewhere quiet, surrounded by all kinds of stories. He enjoyed it, loved it really.
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