Depths of Ambition - A LitRPG Saga Part 3

The sudden noise just off in the distance caught my attention immediately.

Within seconds, my adrenaline was pumping and my legs were moving in the direction of the sound that shouldn’t be there.

After all, I knew this house better than just about any other place in Volantis. This was the house that I was raised in, that I’d shared with only my mother for over twenty years of my life.

I knew every creak and groan the old wooden structure could possibly make, having learned the hard way when I tried to move around without notice. For example, I knew that the fourth stair on the staircase that led to the bedrooms groaned when weight was put on it. I’d forgotten about it one time when I stayed out just a little too late with my friends and tried to sneak home. My mother busted me, and I never forgot about that single noisy stair, knowing to avoid it if I didn’t want to get caught again.

How simple my problems used to be.

The noise that caught my attention wasn’t from inside the house but outside. Something that sounded vaguely like metal on metal. I was determined to meet it with a little metal of my own, drawing my swords as I barreled out the door to our backyard, expecting to find the only person in Aspatria that truly wanted me dead.

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