As the cloak of darkness began to lift, letting the light of a new day begin to creep through i knew i could no longer stay in my home. My father and brother were dead by my hands and my mother still lie sleeping in our home. I could not be found out when i was just getting started. I left the bodies in the shed and crept through the woods to a nearby stream to cleanse myself.
As i finished i heard a cry of anguish erupt from near what was up until now my home. My mother had discovered the bodies. A slight shudder ran through my spine as i thought back upon the last few hours and what my mother most be going though. That was the last time i ever felt even a hint of revulsion for what i had done. I didnt regret my actions, they were completely justified, nobody should attempt to hinder me on my path to what i was to become. but i did feel slightly bad for my mother. She was the only person worth a damn i had ever known. Those feelings would pass in time, as i knew they would.
I took off through the woods not really sure where i was heading. I only knew i had to leave. i had never been far from my home my entire life, and now i had to leave it all behind for good. How would i survive? I had knowledge of the outdoors through the books i had read, though i never really had to put that knowledge to use. As i ran, I first became slightly afraid from these thoughts. But slowly i came around and thought clearly. This would be a great opportunity to test myself. What had i really learned all these years? I was about to find out.
After days of travel i found myself exhausted and what i felt for sure as near death. I was not as good at this surviving in the wilds thing as i thought. No matter, all heroes start somewhere. I was determined to make it, I still had so much to learn. I saw a large structure in the distance and against my better judgement i headed for it. I collapsed near a large wall which I later found to be Corik's Wall. A squire who's name escapes me found my comatose form and brought me inside. Luckily there was some insane Adan'f wearing S'kra Mur skin, by the name of Xerasyth, running around terrorizing the area so it was easy to be passed off as some victim of his. We had heard rumors of him back home, and even knew some folks who had seen him, so it was not hard to play the part.
I stayed there a few days until i recovered my strength and then wanted to leave. The squire who rescued me was on his way to the Crossing so I decided some company and protection might benefit me for a little while and asked if i could come along, and later that day we left. We arrived in Crossing without incident and I promptly parted ways with him. Lost in a new city with so much to learn! It was wonderful! Turning down the wrong alleyway I was promptly mugged and left for dead...
