Born to no one and no where like many others I remember eating out of a man’s hand at a bar as my first memory always wanting more and getting smacked by drunkards when too greedy I wanted two things when I was young more food and to kill anyone who hurt my feelings and that’s what I leaned in the corners of the fields and beat the post with my fist until I could break them then I walked into the bars at 12 years and killed my first man beating him over 100 times with my small fist it crumbled his armor slowly I had hurt myself more than I knew I was taken and beaten by what I assume was the random drunkards friend I had slain for no good reason beaten bloody I watched it all fade as I heard voices over lapping screaming HOREN….. I don’t know who that is I remember thinking
I awoke many times in many places with many lives or so I thought I had been beaten to coma I was cared for by a mage who was using my blood whilst taking care of me the first moment I awoke he screamed FROZTJINR and I went back to the place of many lands and jumps inbetween I finally awoke to the sound of trees and bees and the wind gusting over with only one memory one word one thing my brain could hold onto Froztjinr what is it where am I who am I and where will I end up
I come in search of knowledge and shelter sir I’ve honestly felt dead my whole life and I don’t know how to live just yet *laughs But I’m getting there
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