being a big and broad guy, wren got away with most things, no one never bullied him or even dared to try to be on his wrong side, they were not afraid of him because of his skills as a wizard(though those skills were not half bad either), but his skills of kicking their asses. so when the war started, and wren could not help his co-workers despite his desperate attempt to fight them off, not with his spells or his muscles, therefore he had to realise that he had to leave them to die while he saved himself. many had told him that it was not his fault, and saving yourself is not a bad thing, even though wren knew that it was true, his will to believe that it was.
after the incident, wren decided that he was not strong enough, and needed to gain strength, both physical and mental if he would ever stand a chance against the dark lord and his followers. many wizards and witches only relied on their wand, not the strength of their body, which made wren believe that if he worked out harder and did more to become stronger, he and the rest of the army could have the upper hand on them. wren showed some of the younger recruiters how they can fight with their arms and legs instead of their wands a couple of times during the week, and to be fair, he somehow enjoyed it, however, after some hours, the adrenalin went down and he remembered everything again. this day were not different than the rest, so after the recruiters left, he stayed for a while to blow off some steam alone. â      this area is only for training,â he mumbled as he heard someone walking up close. â       or whatever they call it, but either way, itâs over, if ya want to do something else than wave your wand, come back in two days at 9 am,â
