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Author: nameless
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I - Memories
My story is a long one, and while I'm not sure if it is an interesting one…it is one I feel I must tell. I do not have a name for this story, I would feel wrong to allow it to defy the nature of its teller.
I don’t know where I was born. Most likely it was Freeport, as my first clear memory was in a tavern in Beggar’s Court. It is a fuzzy memory but I was surrounded by a host of different races, all making faces and smiling at me. Their smiles didn’t make me feel better though, they scared me.
I eventually found my way out, and in Freeport the first thing a person learns is how to defend himself…I had to be constantly on guard, hiding in abandoned houses and sleeping in gutters. Few people helped me, and the ones who did I resented for their wealth, if you could even call it that.
Most of my time I spent in Beggar’s Court, where wealth was considered two meals a day with enough money left over for clothes that fit. I of course would wander around eventually as I grew up, seeing the city and all the towns therein. I would observe but never interact; I always kept to the shadows, becoming more and more withdrawn as I grew.
I decided that I would only have myself in this world, never knowing my parents or how I came here might haunt me till the day I die, but I couldn’t let that ruin it. There must have been a reason I survived, even if it was just to kill.
I had gotten a taste for blood early, at the young age of seven. I had been taken in by one of those wealthy people mentioned earlier, and stayed in room all to myself. They actually had two rooms to their house! I was extremely mad, mostly at myself for letting myself give up and get help from them, when they came to me about some missing copper coins.
I denied it of course, but as you’ll see again in this tale I am not a very good thief. They searched me down and found them quite easily and the husband began to hit me and push me down as the wife threatened to call the guards.
I couldn’t believe how mad he was because of a few copper coins, I mean after all he said he wanted to help me didn’t he? With their money I didn’t even think they’d notice it. I pushed the man away which surprised him, as well as me. I wasn’t an exceptionally large kid, in fact I was pretty skinny, yet I was able to push him away with no problem at all.
It was when I saw the tinge of fear in his eye that I realized that I did have power, I did have a reason to live…I realized how I had survived, and how I would continue to survive.
I clenched my fists and punched him in the kneecap. He screamed out and fell down to face level, enough for me to swing again, hitting him square in the nose and sending him sprawling back.
I heard a crack as he screamed out in pain even more, his wife coming back. She started screaming at the site of her husband and I simply hopped up on his stomach and using him to jump even higher to roundhouse kick her down.
She was knocked out, he had passed out due to pain, and I was enthralled. I had never felt so alive. I looked down at them knowing that I could end their lives, but still fearing the guard I just stole whatever coin I could find and left.
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