Galax is born as a humble wood elf, just ready to take his first steps out in the world. His parents gave him a very sheltered upbringing.
However when the first waves of illness swept through his village his parents decided it was time for Galax to set foot into the wide world.
This was to protect him from the devestating illness that eventually made his once thriving village a ghost town.
Galax how ever, as young as he is does not understand this. With great resentment he traveled abroad and finds himself on the doorstep of great kingdom.
Perhaps here he can find the brotherhood he so desperatly seeks...
Your story:
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?”
My story:
"Expect me?" Galax uttered. "I know nobody or nothing. I have stumbled upon this..." Galax searches for words ".. village and all I am looking for is some acceptance. Others to call my brethren. A place to live and belong..."
Galax his voice trails off as he thinks about the crude manner his parents told him to leave with nothing but the clothes on his back and bit of food for the road. A tear drips down his face which he angrily wipes away.
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