Lost · Owain & Open
It was it first day there, wherever there was. According to the letter he received from a sheep, he was in some city called Stella City. The city name wasn’t familiar, nor what he could see from his room’s window. Was he even still in Ylisse?
Feeling confused, Owain decided to go explore. He felt that if he could map out the place, he’d feel slightly better about waking up in a strange place. Who know? Maybe he’d make a few friends in the process.
The Ylissean royal found himself on Buckanan Street. The sight of the many shops was overwhelming at first, but faded quickly with more confusion. “What’s with the sheep?” He asked himself after realizing most of the shoppers were these quadrupetal mammals. In fact, after thinking for a minutes, half of the locals --at least he assumed they were locals-- Owain passed were sheep.
He gripped the sword on his side, his personal sword he dubbed the Missiletainn, and held it tightly. “Maybe I’m dreaming? Yeah, I’m totally dreaming, right? Someone pinch me.”
