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Morning came, and the young men of Bogwater stood ready.

Each wore their chain-leather armor. Each carried a bow and a quiver of arrows. Some bore swords strapped to their sides, others brought spears in hand, but the bow was what tied them all together now. One last test remained.

Levi stood at the front, leading the group of twenty behind him. Together, they approached the training field, where Ser Sedge and his two guards, Rann and Hunn, waited in silence.

Ser Sedge stepped forward, face grim.

"This is your final lesson," he said. "You've learned discipline. You've learned to fight. You've learned to survive together. But now, you must do it alone."

A hush settled over the group.

"For three moons' time, each of you will be sent to a separate place within the swamp. No aid. No paths. No help. When the third moon ends, return. If you can. I wish fortune to all twenty-one of you."

Rann and Hunn began to move, calling names and guiding each young man into the swamp one at a time. The others watched as their comrades vanished into the mist, swallowed by trees and reeds.

Levi was the last.

When Rann and Hunn returned to fetch him, they paused.

"Ser Sedge gave a different order for you," Rann said. "Unlike the rest, you won't be placed anywhere. You walk. Alone. Wherever the swamp takes you."

Hunn added, "Whether you stay near the edge or dive deep is your choice. No one's watching. Except the swamp."

Then they left him.

Levi stared at the darkened green of the marsh ahead, the canopy blotting out the sun, and smiled faintly.

"So to challenge this and see how far I've come or to be a coward and not challenge it." he murmured. "Forget being a coward, Time to find out what I've become."

He stepped into the mire.

Days passed. Maybe weeks. Levi lost track of time. The swamp had no path, no direction.

He wandered north to west, then east again. Always surrounded by fog and shadow, by water and muck.

He hunted small game. Slept in makeshift shelters. Learned to distinguish frog sounds from snake slithers. He caught fish with spears and boiled roots he wasn't sure were safe. He listened for insects. He smelled the rain. He moved with the swamp now, not against it.

Then, one day, he found something.

Nestled in a glade of soft moss and sun-kissed mist was a patch of low shrubs. At first, he paid them no mind. Then he saw the flowers.

They were pink to lavender, star-shaped blossoms that curled delicately like cupped hands. Five pointed petals each, clustered in soft bunches. The leaves were dark green on top, silver beneath.

The flowers looked harmless. Beautiful, even.

Levi crouched, curious. He didn't touch them with bare hands. Not yet. He remembered enough of Ser Sedge's lessons not to trust beauty in the wild. He plucked one gently with leather-wrapped fingers and tucked it away in his satchel.

"How beautiful, might be something useful," he muttered. "Or dangerous."

He named it to himself, idly:

Ghost Kiss.

There was something haunting in its stillness. Like it didn't belong among the rot and muck.

He moved on.

Later that week, he glimpsed something through the trees.

Large. Low to the ground. Muscular.

A lizard-lion the sigil of House Reed. Its green-brown scales shimmered under a shaft of light. It drank from a pond, eyes twitching, tail still. Levi knew better than to fight it. Poisonous, deadly. Best left alone.

He slid away silently, not disturbing the beast.

More time passed. Levi no longer cared about direction. His hair grew long and was matted with mud. His chain-leather armor grew worn, waterlogged. But he endured.

He learned which birds sang creepy like a child voice for help and never approach it. Which frogs were edible. He learned to smear his skin in thick swamp clay to keep the biting gnats away. He slept with one eye open and rose before dawn.

The flower remained in his pouch.

He never used it. But he kept it.

As if it watched over him.

Then one morning, the sun broke through the mist.

It had been three moons or at least levi thinks its been three moons.

Levi climbed a ridge and saw the edge of the swamp.

Bogwater. His home and i have done the impossible to the man of my past self.

He took a breath, his lungs filled with the scent of swamp fog or woodsmoke.

One of twenty-one who had walked into the swamp.

And walked back out. Wondering how were the others.

Only the town will tell now.