human
Oscar:  Oscar tapped his fingers against his chin. "I know. What if we use Akashia to cut me? And then heal me immediately."
gpt
Mage:  "Y-Your Highness, that would be much too…"
human
Oscar:  "I’ll go ask if I can borrow it."
gpt
Mage:  "Wait!" the man protested, but Oscar turned and raced from the room. He came out onto the hallway and looked left and right. Glancing back, he didn’t sense Kumu chasing after him.
human
Action:  The world was silent. There were no changes. Nothing new. Oscar went up to the next door and opened it without waiting. Inside, he found the training grounds on the castle periphery. A gray-haired general spotted him and bowed. Checking to be sure he had the practice sword belted at his waist, Oscar walked over to the man. The sword was already adult sized.
gpt
Oscar:  "Ettard, I want you to run me through some more drills today."
human
Ettard:  "I’m afraid there’s no longer anything I can teach you."
gpt
Oscar:  "Don’t be ridiculous. Spar with me."
human
Ettard:  "Very well, Your Highness." the general agreed, giving a deep bow. He stepped to one side and readied his sword. With a smile at Oscar, he said, "Next year or the year after, a new apprentice will come to train under me. His name is Als and he’s four years younger than you… He’s quite proficient."
gpt
Oscar:  "I look forward to meeting him." Readying his blade, he let out a long breath and concentrated.
human
Action:  It was growing difficult to keep track of all the rooms. Inside each, Oscar was always a child. Once he entered a chamber, he forgot everything and thought that was where he was meant to be. Yet when he left the room, a strange, impatient feeling washed over him. There was no end to it. No matter how many doors Oscar tried, he was never older than fifteen. He couldn’t view any of his adult memories.
gpt
Oscar:  I want to get out, something deep inside him cried.
human
Action:  There were things like alarm bells ringing within him, but they weren’t loud enough for him to be conscious of their noise. He was only capable of opening doors and going into rooms. Oscar continued into a new chamber. What he saw there petrified him for a moment. It looked like a room in the castle. Blood stained the walls and floor, dirtying every surface. The furniture was thrown all over like a storm had swept through. But what drew his eye the most was a woman on the ground near the center of the chamber. She was lying facedown in a pool of red. Oscar couldn’t make out her face, but her chestnut brown hair was fanned out, soaking into the blood.