Why me?
From Create Your Own Story
"You don't know how special you are do you?" Enice asked in a quiet voice.
"Special? I was exiled by my own people. I don't consider that to be special."
"You are very special, Ryd. Because you should be dead."
My heart stopped as I looked on in wonder at Enice, who for his part continued smiling at me in content. He leaned forward onto the palms of his hands, sighing wistfully as he peered into my eyes. At least, I assumed that was the path of his gaze, as it was hard to tell with the visor on.
"I don't understand."
"Oh, but you do. Something happened during your rite of passage. You failed, because a scar opened up during the rite. It opened up, within you."
"You mean he has a scar inside of him?" Beldion asked in surprise, turning to look at me in shock.
"It's not uncommon. During the Scarring, lots of people were consumed within the scars. But Ryd survived."
The elders had cast me out for what happened. They said I was cursed. But how could he know that? Who was this scrawny Dalf to sit there and smile at me so openly. I studied his features carefully, his narrow, upturned nose and thin, delicate lips with his low cheekbones. In a way he seemed...innocent somehow. I couldn't understand him.
"How did you come to know this?"
"I can sense the scar pulsating inside you. It called out to me during one of my rituals, and I had to see you for my own eyes. You are so beautiful up close..." his voice trailed off into a contented sigh, and Beldion looked visibly bothered by Enice's open declaration.
"You'll let me accompany you now right?"
| Ryd Status | |||
| Health | 30 | Equipment:
Sword, Leather Shirt | Companions:
Beldion |
| Mana | 0 | ||
| Level | 1 | Love Interest | None |
| Gold | 0 | Experience | 0 |
