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Yasen has a minion!
Arm the Arborling
Arm the Arborling
Yasen
Legacy Name: Yasen
The
Harvest LasirusOwner:
IronAge: 9 years, 5 months, 1 week
Born: November 29th, 2014
Adopted: 9 years, 5 months, 1 week ago
Adopted: November 29th, 2014
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Yasen
No matter how wise I was, I feel wrong
To forget that I never followed
That man that I adored
Who promised me pretty sins and gold
And I'm waiting for the sun...
(Needs an overlay BAD)
I should have had, by all rights, an incredibly normal life.
That what everyone wanted. I was one of the first kids born after the world was reborn. I was raised on legends of the old world, but without ever having to experience it.
However, this new world wasn't perfect, I learned.
The parasitic trees began.
You couldn't tell when you caught it. Some said it was like a little pinch, but I don't remember it. The first way you'd really be able to know is when you stopped feeling pain.
Then the bark sprouts out of your skin and your normal life is gone.
I caught it fairly early, but late enough that I caught on to what was happening. I tried to hide it, but you can't hide the growths on your arm forever.
I was almost immediately kicked out of my village due to the panic. Young and without much else to do, I took up message carrying as a way to make ends meet. It helped that meant I wouldn't stay in one place long - even if people caught onto the arm, if it was clear I wasn't there to stay, things wouldn't get as ugly.
This was the new normal for me - no friends, no real home, but at least I wasn't dead. At least, until I met Anil.
He saved my ass one day at a bar, and while I thought it was random kindness at the time, I know now it's because he thought we were similar. We became fast friends, even if I had a tree taking over my arm. He'd do random merc jobs in the areas I had to drop things off in, and we made it work.
I knew he was hiding things, but I never brought it up, since it didn't seem to affect me. He had a casual control of wind I hadn't seen of all the mages I had ran into, and while he claimed to be a bird feral, whenever we were somewhere the wind couldn't reach, he'd smell... off, like human. I had my secrets and he could have his.
Eventually though, we ran into a group that claimed to be hunting him, saying things about him being the 'child of the wind'... They didn't stand a chance to him, but he decided he couldn't hide it any longer.
We ended up going over to a place he had friends, a little graveyard in the Summer Isle. There, I met the rest of his kind.
The Primal children. Children of the legendary Primal Lords I had heard of in my youth.
I never knew of them, but to be fair, no one did. They were older then a lot of us here today, but they didn't show it. They could command the forces of their parents, but all at a grave cost.
He told me the new world was never meant for them. That it was falling apart, and that's what caused the trees. He said they'd all have to die in order to fix it, and they all were , in their own ways. He was losing his own life just by using the wind we both loved.
And this hurt.
I knew it now, and I still do. We can't have a normal life together, because one of us will die before it's even an option.
He knows this too, and I know he feels the same. We both know this, but we keep just pretending that we're just friends, and we'll be okay.
I wish I could believe it.
(WIP)