by Keita on Mon Jul 19, 2010 1:54 am
I almost hated to admit this.
"Um, actually, I really don't remember where I'm from."
I paused, feeling slightly ashamed.
"I, I was cast out of my village when I was young."
I watched him, listening to me, to what I was saying and it was different. No one ever listened to me before.
"My village didn't like dark magic and it was forbidden. My mother fell in love with a Dark druid elf. That was my father. She was allowed to stay in the village after my father was killed but then she was taken by illness, leaving me alone. The village though I was an abomination and that I wasn't one of them."
I couldn't help the tear that fell when I spoke of this.
"They cast me out when I was about five years old. I remained close to the village to steal some food when I could but one day, the village was attacked and burned to the ground. I was about six then. I wandered after that for about four years. I met an old human male who took me in. He was kind to me for the most part. He always made me wear sheer clothing and had a lot of females. Always called them his property and spoke of training. He said that when I was old enough he would....train me......as well. I really don't know what he meant. I was usually locked up in my room. When I turned 18, he passed away. That was when a bunch of his females came and let me out, telling me to run away. I did what they said. When I left, I saw soldiers heading towards the place I ran from."