2. The Traveller
Aragorn placed one weary foot in front of the other. Both tired and thirsty, he dared not rest, or risk more than a sip of his precious water supply. The next oasis was many leagues hither. He could seek aid from none, lest he betray his true origins.
What was he doing here in the enemy's burning deserts? Many times he asked himself that question.
He was here to learn all he could, the better that he might eventually triumph.
Aragorn knew only that if he did not achieve his destiny, his heart would be more barren than this wasteland.
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