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Humming along to a new song that he wrote on his trusty ukulele, Gwang Ho smiled as he trilled out a few chords, relishing in the way they rang out across camp from his place on top of a hill, which served as his home away from home: one of his favorite places in camp.

He loved how the sunlight shined down on the hill, they way it shed through the leaves of its trees, and the way it seemed to dance around him as he played his music. 

He continued to play until he saw a shadow walk towards him. Looking up, he stopped playing to greet the visitor with a smile.

Gyun Woo sets up a tarot table every full moon to welcome campers who want to hear something about their love life. It’s a very simple reading that’s influenced less by the cards and more by his natural intuition for other’s attractions and desires. It was fun practice. Plus, he loved messing with people without them knowing.

He shuffled the cards and then spread them across the table, motioning towards the camper in front of him to take a card.

A sunny afternoon, birds are chirping, and Gwang Ho could see fellow campers sparring in the distance as he came out of his cabin to stretch. Admiring the fresh air and the blue sky, he stood for a moment to watch the clouds float by along the wind, smiling and absentmindedly walking along a trail that snaked its way around the camp.

Days like this were perfect for him to practice his light magic, and he decided that as he walked, he would play around with what he could do. First, conjure a ball of light. He easily did, weaving it out of the already plentiful sunlight around him. Second, he paused and let the orb lift from his hand, concentrating as he worked to not lose his focus. Third, now this was the hardest step, he let it grow, watching as it grew brighter and brighter until.....

Why did this always happen to him?

It was a small trip to the woods. All he wanted to do was peer up at the sun, shining through the leaves of the trees above, but instead, he met a monster. Her with her sickly grin, the sharp claws, and a body like a raging whirlwind that could tear him into shreds. He winced as he recalled the wound that she inflicted onto his side, and he placed a hand on it to tentatively feel how it stung with each soft touch. His clothing was torn apart, and one of his legs got twisted in the fight. But, what was important was that he survived.