Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? She begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
Cassian, drenched in sweat and reeking of blood, stares at the woman. He’s never seen her, yet, she knows of him? It throws him off, he’s skeptical and panicked. His trauma worries him, so he's haste in his step.
“My story?” Cassian says, lowering his head. He’s clearly ashamed of it. Who wouldn’t be? “It’s a long one.”
“I remember drifting awake in the middle of nowhere, forests surrounding me at every angle. My mind was empty, the last few days were a blur due to my unconscious state. I feel like I crawled out of Hell, again, and back into some pit of despair. Animals run alongside the trees that curtain the mysteries hiding within.” He speaks in a foreign language, one she’s unfamiliar with.
“I step forward, one step after another, limping on my right leg. I managed to tear it open a few days ago - it’s come to me that it might’ve not healed properly. Those damn bandits.” Cassian muttered, staring down at her through his crimson bangs.
“It comes back to me. I was traveling from my homeland on a ship, surrounded by my older brothers, when we suddenly collided with a shard in the ocean - a rock, no, a mountain. It was ripped apart, sending all of us in different ways. The brother I grew close to, Aegandîr, died in the shipwreck - or so I thought. He was strong, so who knew.”
“Aegandîr?” She repeats, mispronouncing the accent in his name. “His name rings a bell - I recall meeting him..” She tilts her head aside, staring up at him. “You resemble him.”
Cassian’s sunken eyes finally brightened, a glimmer of hope in a tunnel of shadows. His words shutter like blinds, though, he can only muster a few strains of gibberish. The woman looks amused, poking fun at Cassian’s bluntness. She grins, again, tilting her head aside.
“Come with me, to the Kingdom of Numendil, where you shall reunite with your family and rewrite your story, Cassian Velaryon.” Her crooked grin welcomes Cassian.
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