I have always felt uneasy among the people around me. My parents always
told me not to care or worry about what other people thought and felt, using
peace to solve any solution but never forget about the power I possess. I
could see that my parents were peaceful people, sometimes were called upon
to kill. I noticed they lived modestly while other parents and children
were quite rich, but greedy as well. Others began to horde all that they
could and sometimes attack others and their dwelling in the mountains to see
if they had anything worth stealing. One day my mother was picking flowers
and the same greedy mob came and struck her down. My father flew into a
furry of extreme rage and killed one man but was bound and gagged. Those
men took him and I never saw him again. I ran down the mountain path and
hid in small cave. I hid in there for days dying of hunger and thirst.
Barely able to stand I crawled out of the cave and tumbled down the hill and
fell into a stream. I drank water and ate the berries that grew till my
belly doubled in size. I fell asleep and woke up two days later. I felt
renewed and strong, but the harsh realization that I was now alone in this
world took its cruel grip on my heart. I sat by that stream and saw my
reflection and I knew from that moment on I knew I could survive any
challenge life threw at me. As I grew older I began to rebuild the broken
pieces of my life. I found a forest that seemed uninhabited and untouched
by men of the city. I built a dwelling of wood and clay and set out to find
the meaning of life and death coupled by greed.
Description:
There is a small and funny looking human blocking your path. She is wearing a cloak of different shades of grey and brown which she pulls tightly towards her body to look a bit more mysterious and fearsome. Along her waist dangle pouches on strings of varying length and weights. She smiles at you with her rosy lips. The lower lengths of her hair are concealed by the reaches of a thick, rolling robe. She is also moving her lips although they do not utter a sound. She seems to be in a perpetual state of conversation with her gods.
[reply to beia]
Clearly someone kicked HIS ass.
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