Jiva had to admit, the Sanctuary was beautiful. It made him want to sit and draw. And that’s just what he had done. Underneath the shade of a tree he sketched the gardens and any of the colourful visitors milling about.
His life recently had been quite hectic so it was nice to just sit for once. Not so long ago he had been chasing after the person he hated most in the world, his master’s apprentice Dalisme. In the process he had met a man named Mecro Deadwell who offered to help him achieve this. However the Necromantian had betrayed him and Jiva had been forced to work with Dalisme, her sister Emora and some crazy old guy named Maro in order to escape. However for reasons unknown to him, after that experience he was left severely ill and only had a few months to live, fantastic.
After that there didn’t seem much point in killing Dalisme, Emora and Maro went their separate ways but Dalisme, who was worried supposedly about Jiva; began following him around. Sometimes he did not understand the girl.
Understandably, Jiva didn’t want to die quite yet so began travelling the world in search of a cure with Dalisme. She annoyed him to no end though and he had finally managed to give her the slip about a week ago and had come to the Sanctuary for help but so far he wasn’t having much luck.
Jiva sighed and flipped over the page of his sketchbook.