Born within the community of Diaspora. Lynx Mannix grew up without ever truly calling one place home. He wanders through places, hiding in trees or holes in the ground for safety. Lynx did have a family; he wasn’t exactly poor but wasn’t born in wealth. He used to live a comfortable life. He had to not worry about many things in life, but one day. everything changed during the night Lynx was asleep in his bed, the night was silent and peaceful, until his mother burst through the door and carried him out of bed, taking him outside to a shed and stuffed him in a secret compartment in the floor of the shed. His mother spoke softly though fear trembled in her voice telling him to stay silent and to never open the door till sunrise, as she shut the door to the compartment, she grabbed some hay and threw them on the ground covering the compartment.
As Lynx stayed silent and hidden under the shed, he could hear laughter and screams of his mother, and the sound of swords clashing together. Lynx trembled in fear, he was confused about what was happening, but by his mother's orders he stayed where he was till fell asleep. By sunrise he opened the compartment door and stepped out slowly towards the shed door. He slowly pushed the door open to be met with bloodshed. His mother and father were brutally killed, alongside a dark spawn that was slain.
Lynx stood at the door of the tears forming in his eyes, he eventually built up a little courage to walk out the shed and walked over to his mother and father’s body and stared. His heart shattered seeing his own parents. He fell to his knees and wept. The grief taking over him. Then suddenly a hand gripped his wrist, it was his father’s hand Lynx thought he had a parent that would survive, he quickly tried to tend to his father's wounds. But at his age he knew nothing he was only 12, but his father just held his wrist, and he weakly dragged himself up, He tried to speak soft, but he was choking on his own blood.
“Do not grieve over the loss of your mother and I... you must go on and live life. . . you must now grow to become something. . . may the moon shine your path. . .”
Lynx just stared at his father, unable to stutter a word out, as his father hand released his wrist and his body went limp. Lynx was now alone, unsure what to do, he decided to listen to his father. Now Lynx roams, from town to village being careful where he steps, he cautions when he interacts with anyone.
The traveller has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”
Lynx froze as his body tensed up, he just stared at the old woman, to see if she posed any threat, but looking closer, deep inside he felt this old woman could pose no threat, so he careful to a step, then walked towards the old woman and sat down in the chair in she gestured at, he placed his hands in his lap as he kept his gaze on the old woman. He opened his mouth lightly, his voice coming out quiet but just enough to be heard. . .
“I’m unsure of where I came from. . . But I lived in a comfortable home. . . I was only 12 until it was destroyed by dark creatures, I am on my own. . . I hope for a better life at each step I take. . . instead of in fear having to follow so closely behind me. . . maybe I’ll become a knight for a kingdom. . . or find a new home to live comfortably. Even now, I still remember the warmth of the fire that once fill my home with warmth, the sound of my mother's voice singing me to sleep, but now it turned to screams the last time I ever heard my dear mother, ever since that night that took everything from me each town I enter , I could never really find a home each place I go to is just another place for me to leave behind.”
Lynx paused for a minute; he took a deep breath as his body become less tense. He lowered his head down and opened his mouth again as he spoke a bit louder, his voice no longer silent.
"Yet I continue walking forward, because stopping means letting the fear catch me again. . . Maybe somewhere out there, there is still a place for me, where I belong without looking over my shoulder to be met with fear coming to devour me. Maybe somewhere out in the world. I could find a place to live comfortably. and become something that father and mother want me to be. Maybe some I can rest for the rest of my life."
Lynx then raised his head as he looked that the elderly woman. his face carried something of rage for his parents, while desiring peace. He moved his hands onto his knees, his nails digging into his pants. How he just faced the elderly woman, in silence before he stood up and walked out the shack.
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