Post by Averek on Nov 9, 2009 22:03:53 GMT -5
Hi, my name is Averek. I am alone, scared, terrified, and clueless on what my future might hold for me. I was born on February Eleventh, from what I hear it was one hectic morning. It was a very snowy day, mother was in labor, father was fetching a Midwife, for all of you who don't know what a Midwife is it is probably because you were most likely delivered from a High Priestess of some sort. However, a Midwife is someone who would deliver a baby when someone doesn't exactly have the gold to get someone of the holy sort. However, as I was saying. Father was fetching a Midwife while mother was doing the whole breathing routine. Father finally found the Midwife at 3:16 in the morning and my three pound, four ounce self was born.
I guess I was the cute little toddler according to my parents, I always behaved, never cried, and was a very generous child. According to them I would always lend out my toys, even though I knew that I was most likely never going to see them again. As time went on I started to go to school, okay, so it wasn't the best thing in the world but, hey, name one person who loves school every single day? Mom would always pick me up from school where we would walk home always walking right past Goldshire to stop and get some milk and cookies from the Inn, before heading home. I had lots of friends, tons! I guess you could call me Mr. Popularity, that was however until everyone got there abilities.
Okay, so everyone was studying the way of the Paladin, or the way of the Warrior, Priest, Mage, Rogue, and Warlock. However, I could never learn the way of ANYTHING. I tried to be a Pally, the light was not on MY side. Warlock, the light was now ON my side. Rogue, to clumsy. Warrior, to weak. Priest, to dead. I mean COME ON! Oh, yeah thats right, there was the chance to be a mage, but I mean. Who the hell wants to be a mage? Sure, I like water and milk, but to drink it all the time just to bring up my energy, just to die, fill it up all over again, and for what? To die AGAIN, no thanks. Just not my style. So, school was starting to get bad, I got teased for not being in a class, life started to go down hill from here. I would have lived a thousand life's of being teased then to go through what was about to happen next though....
I remember it like yesterday, I was eating my wolf meat and drinking my juice, when all of a sudden BAM! A pie hits me in the face, followed by an obnoxiously rude remark that I will NOT share with you.
The teacher at our school sent me home to go get cleaned off and to just to take the rest of the day off. I mean I was in tenth grade at the time, I could walk home by myself. Well, I finally arrived home, I could smell a fresh pie cooking and I could hear my mother talking to one of our neighbors Sandra, god was she a bitch. Anyways, I walked in the door covered in pie, I probably should have cleaned up on the way home. Mother saw how dirty I was and cleaned me up and that was the end of that. Sandra left to go pick up her precious eleven year old son, Kenny. *rolls eyes* Right after Sandra left, mom though that it would be fun to go to Crystal Lake and eat the pie that she made when father gets home from his job at the blacksmith.
Father was home around five in the evening, ready to help me devour that delicious apple pie. Me and dad raced out the door, seeing who would get to the lake first while mom walked behind carrying the pie, two glass jars of milk, and the blanket in her basket she wove two nights prior to this. I was so close to beating my dad, but, he was older, faster, and had the lungs of an Ox, making him the winner of the race. We looked for a nice and shady spot for us to sit. That place was on the way other side of the pond, directly across from the path to both Goldshire and home. We sat down at the spot we had found earlier and splashed water at each other trying to cool ourselves off from the run we had just finished having. About five minutes of sitting there, just talking to one another about the miserable day that I was having, here came mom, all smiles and joy. The pie smelt so good, just thinking about it makes my mouth water to this very day. Mother was taking everything out of the basket and laying it on the floor, blanket first, pie and milk last. We were having the times of our lives, laughing, playing, telling scary stories, jokes, oh man was it a blast. It was starting to get close to around seven when we all decided to head home. This is where all the neighborhood drunks came out to sip down there brew and bread. Mom started to pack her stuff together right before we all heard a couple of loud splashes followed by a sound that we all knew by heart.
A loud "Mmmmrrrlllrrrghhh" was heard in the distance, it started to come closer and closer as quick as the rogue could sprint, father and mother knew to leave the stuff that we had brought and to grab me and run. We all jumped up and dashed deeper into the forest trying to look for a place to run and hide. We found nothing, we kept sprinting until mother fell down behind us, her dress caught onto a thorn like root that had been growing in the ground. Me and dad stopped where we were to run back and help her out of her dress, she was now in just her bra and panties. We kept dashing, we heard them come closer, we knew they were gaining speed on us. I remember looking at my father and mother, I saw father pull out two small daggers, he turned and was ready to take down the murlocs behind us. That is when mom stopped kissed me told me how much she had loved me as she stood next to my father taking one of the daggers out of his hand, prepared to protect me with all of her energy. Father looked up at me told me to run. I just stood there with a stupid look on my face, as if someone had just told me to jump off a cliff. I wasn't willing to just abandon them, thats when the murlocs turned the bend that we had made to get to where we were standing. They got closer, they were probably fifty yards away when mother and father ran into the pack of them. I watched as a murloc ripped my mothers throat, while another two tore my dad in two. I stood there over whelmed in what was going on, my breath slowed as if someone were to slow down time, thats when I noticed my skin change to a pale white color, and as my eyes changed from brown to blue, as my hair went from brown and shiny to frozen at the tips and stiff, as if I were to go out in a blizzard with soaked hair. My lips changed from red, to a paleish blue. My skin suddenly felt so dry, I felt all the happiness in my life drain out of me as if a warlock was draining my soul. My life changed from this point on. I remember my mouth udder a few words under my breath as it got slower and slower. My eyes slowly closed shut, my hands clenched into fists. I felt a cold air blow past me as I slowly fell to the summer ground as it started to change from green to brown and frozen, with a top layer of snow resting atop it. I looked up and saw my parents smiling at me, that was the last time I saw there faces.
I awoke with the sun shinning on my face, remembering what had happened that previous night. I sat up as quickly as possible, and saw the ground covered in not only water from the snow, but blood from the murlocs and my parents. I saw frozen parts of Murloc lying all around me, my parents body's, however, were not there. I was alone, scared, terrified, and clueless on what had happened that night, who would take care of me, where would I live, what I would eat, and how would this horrible memory ever leave my mind?
I guess we will never know. Only time will tell.
For I am by myself, looking for a group of people to call family.
I guess I was the cute little toddler according to my parents, I always behaved, never cried, and was a very generous child. According to them I would always lend out my toys, even though I knew that I was most likely never going to see them again. As time went on I started to go to school, okay, so it wasn't the best thing in the world but, hey, name one person who loves school every single day? Mom would always pick me up from school where we would walk home always walking right past Goldshire to stop and get some milk and cookies from the Inn, before heading home. I had lots of friends, tons! I guess you could call me Mr. Popularity, that was however until everyone got there abilities.
Okay, so everyone was studying the way of the Paladin, or the way of the Warrior, Priest, Mage, Rogue, and Warlock. However, I could never learn the way of ANYTHING. I tried to be a Pally, the light was not on MY side. Warlock, the light was now ON my side. Rogue, to clumsy. Warrior, to weak. Priest, to dead. I mean COME ON! Oh, yeah thats right, there was the chance to be a mage, but I mean. Who the hell wants to be a mage? Sure, I like water and milk, but to drink it all the time just to bring up my energy, just to die, fill it up all over again, and for what? To die AGAIN, no thanks. Just not my style. So, school was starting to get bad, I got teased for not being in a class, life started to go down hill from here. I would have lived a thousand life's of being teased then to go through what was about to happen next though....
I remember it like yesterday, I was eating my wolf meat and drinking my juice, when all of a sudden BAM! A pie hits me in the face, followed by an obnoxiously rude remark that I will NOT share with you.
The teacher at our school sent me home to go get cleaned off and to just to take the rest of the day off. I mean I was in tenth grade at the time, I could walk home by myself. Well, I finally arrived home, I could smell a fresh pie cooking and I could hear my mother talking to one of our neighbors Sandra, god was she a bitch. Anyways, I walked in the door covered in pie, I probably should have cleaned up on the way home. Mother saw how dirty I was and cleaned me up and that was the end of that. Sandra left to go pick up her precious eleven year old son, Kenny. *rolls eyes* Right after Sandra left, mom though that it would be fun to go to Crystal Lake and eat the pie that she made when father gets home from his job at the blacksmith. Father was home around five in the evening, ready to help me devour that delicious apple pie. Me and dad raced out the door, seeing who would get to the lake first while mom walked behind carrying the pie, two glass jars of milk, and the blanket in her basket she wove two nights prior to this. I was so close to beating my dad, but, he was older, faster, and had the lungs of an Ox, making him the winner of the race. We looked for a nice and shady spot for us to sit. That place was on the way other side of the pond, directly across from the path to both Goldshire and home. We sat down at the spot we had found earlier and splashed water at each other trying to cool ourselves off from the run we had just finished having. About five minutes of sitting there, just talking to one another about the miserable day that I was having, here came mom, all smiles and joy. The pie smelt so good, just thinking about it makes my mouth water to this very day. Mother was taking everything out of the basket and laying it on the floor, blanket first, pie and milk last. We were having the times of our lives, laughing, playing, telling scary stories, jokes, oh man was it a blast. It was starting to get close to around seven when we all decided to head home. This is where all the neighborhood drunks came out to sip down there brew and bread. Mom started to pack her stuff together right before we all heard a couple of loud splashes followed by a sound that we all knew by heart.
A loud "Mmmmrrrlllrrrghhh" was heard in the distance, it started to come closer and closer as quick as the rogue could sprint, father and mother knew to leave the stuff that we had brought and to grab me and run. We all jumped up and dashed deeper into the forest trying to look for a place to run and hide. We found nothing, we kept sprinting until mother fell down behind us, her dress caught onto a thorn like root that had been growing in the ground. Me and dad stopped where we were to run back and help her out of her dress, she was now in just her bra and panties. We kept dashing, we heard them come closer, we knew they were gaining speed on us. I remember looking at my father and mother, I saw father pull out two small daggers, he turned and was ready to take down the murlocs behind us. That is when mom stopped kissed me told me how much she had loved me as she stood next to my father taking one of the daggers out of his hand, prepared to protect me with all of her energy. Father looked up at me told me to run. I just stood there with a stupid look on my face, as if someone had just told me to jump off a cliff. I wasn't willing to just abandon them, thats when the murlocs turned the bend that we had made to get to where we were standing. They got closer, they were probably fifty yards away when mother and father ran into the pack of them. I watched as a murloc ripped my mothers throat, while another two tore my dad in two. I stood there over whelmed in what was going on, my breath slowed as if someone were to slow down time, thats when I noticed my skin change to a pale white color, and as my eyes changed from brown to blue, as my hair went from brown and shiny to frozen at the tips and stiff, as if I were to go out in a blizzard with soaked hair. My lips changed from red, to a paleish blue. My skin suddenly felt so dry, I felt all the happiness in my life drain out of me as if a warlock was draining my soul. My life changed from this point on. I remember my mouth udder a few words under my breath as it got slower and slower. My eyes slowly closed shut, my hands clenched into fists. I felt a cold air blow past me as I slowly fell to the summer ground as it started to change from green to brown and frozen, with a top layer of snow resting atop it. I looked up and saw my parents smiling at me, that was the last time I saw there faces.
I awoke with the sun shinning on my face, remembering what had happened that previous night. I sat up as quickly as possible, and saw the ground covered in not only water from the snow, but blood from the murlocs and my parents. I saw frozen parts of Murloc lying all around me, my parents body's, however, were not there. I was alone, scared, terrified, and clueless on what had happened that night, who would take care of me, where would I live, what I would eat, and how would this horrible memory ever leave my mind?
I guess we will never know. Only time will tell.
For I am by myself, looking for a group of people to call family.
Founded April 26, 2005