Common Experiment #1983I was born here, right where this armory stands. Long before that stupendous event however, we were part of a village called Mirridan. The clans would gather for festivals, births, marriages, and the passing of loved ones. In fact just about anything was just cause for a celebration.
My birth was celebrated in the same fashion the town had become accustomed to. Ale pouring from kegs like rain from the heavens. Some one was playing a fiddle and a few of the town’s folk were dancing. Laughter erupted when one of the town’s folk “Kevin” fell off the drum he had been sitting on. He was too plastered to feel any pain and was blissfully asleep before his drunken body hit the dirt.
I lay there beside my Mother, exhausted from the birth. My Mother was tired too, but she did not sleep. Mum was too busy tucking me into my lovely soft bed. As she bent down to kiss me good night, she momentarily froze. I watched her as she listened intently to the strange sounds emanating from somewhere out side. In one swift move she scooped me up from where I lay and gently placed me in a cupboard. Before closing the door she took one last look at me, kissed me on my forehead and said
“be safe my darling and don’t make a sound”
and then she was gone.
I must have fallen to sleep, for when I awoke, smoke was every where. I started to cough as the acrid smell filled my lungs. I was afraid and didn’t know what to do. A hand touched me and dragged me through the smoke. I couldn’t see anything at first, my eyes stung from the sunlight and from smoke damage. When my eyes adjusted to the light I could see who had dragged me out of there. I had never met him before; he was a friend of my mothers. As the thought of her crossed my thoughts, I began to cry. I cried silently at first, and then I began to wail. Torrents of tears streamed down my cheeks as my body shuddered. Where was she, why wasn’t she here.
”hush little one” said Kevin. He scooped me up and held me in his strong arms. He gently rocked me while I cried myself to sleep.
Kevin raised me as his own, and on my tenth birthday he gave me two things. The first was his story of the events that took my mother away that night. The second was the most awesome sword I had ever seen. As I stared down in amazement at the intricate design on on the blade , I allowed myself to dream. One day, I will use this sword to slice off the Carrion Lords head. I will show him the same mercy he showed to my Mother.
I have much work to do before that day. I must train hard. I must build an armory to hold all of the weapons I plan on acquiring. I live for the day I am strong enough to go up against that evil bag of slime.
The End
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