My name is Richard Roe and out here I'm a nobody.
To many people, life is a lot of things; an adventure, a journey, a dream, an opportunity, a war, a choice, whatever it's called I, for one, do not care. All I know is that life is just a pain in the ass, so why be bothered.
'Augh' I couldn't help but exclaim as I was assaulted by a familiar soul wrenching and heart aching pain which welcomed me back to life from my short-lived coma. "Where am I?" "What happened?" I was at a loss and confused for a moment as my brain tried to process a lot of images and information.
I was mining out of town with my so called 'accomplice' for mirrstones, low level magical stones, from some abandoned excavation sites and we did made quite a harvest, a modest amount, and after the lot had been shared, we parted ways, or so I thought. Little did I know that some 'ravenous wolves' already have their eyes on me, a feeble and scrawny prey. Poor me.
Oh yeah, where am I? I looked around and found out it was the city's clinic. I tried to move my body only to found it wrapped tightly in bandages, heck! I am a mummy? I braced myself to sit down
"Easy on yourself lad, I would had better stayed put if I were you." Startled I looked up to see Alaric, the Medicine Elder.
"You're a total wreck!"he said in an amused tone. "So, picking fight again, huh?" He asked with a questioning gaze, which seems sarcastic, waiting for a response. But I couldn't be bothered to answer this sly old fellow. And after a moment,a tinge of red glow appeared on his face with his eyes twitching, as he probably is being frustrated by this one-sided conversation he's having. "Won't answer, huh?" he asked really infuriated now. "Suit yourself" he said as he tossed me a bottle of potion. "Same old sly man, in for his revenge" l mused.
I arduously, with gritted teeth, reached for the bottle with my mummified hand and gulped down the potion within it. A short moment later , I could feel the wondrous effect of the potion and I've got to say it was magical. I could feel my bones healing at a rapid rate.
"Richard," he said as I stripped myself off the bandages, "I know it must've been hard on you, you know, everything. But that shouldn't be a reason to go looking for trouble of whatever nature" He paused for a moment, while I finished de-mummifying myself revealing a feeble figure with an odd whitish hair and blue eyes. "What I'm trying to say is you need to go easy on yourself and not give in to depression, alright?"
"Thanks for your help and great concern, elder" I said at long last, "I will be taking my leave." I added as I made my way out.
"Humph, brat always ignoring this caring elder, huh?" He fumed while I ignore him and reached for the door.
"Oh yes, there's also that illness of yours, right?" And for the first time since he started his blabbering, I was disturbed. I frowned a little, tighten my hold on the door knob, ball my other hand into a fist and made my way out.
Taking in a deep breath, my heart felt heavier as I gazed into the distance, a little lost at, well, everything I suppose.
The sun was starting to set, yet the street is still crowded and full of life and vigor, yet all of this is something I can't be a part of. For a forsaken fellow such as me, the only life I can have lies in the shadows, where none shall bother, separated from others, and forgotten.
Crash. 'Ouch' I exclaimed as I was forcefully pushed aside
"Get off the way, scrawny" a boy, who happens to be no more than 18 with a bulky figure and eyes which shows the intense disdain he held, said as he brushed me aside to catch-up with his gangs of friend. 'Not a matter to be angry ' I consoled myself as I tried to find my way through the crowd. Besides getting angry wouldn't do me any good I have not the strength or the magic to fight back.
And after a lot of effort of scaling through the sea of people, maneuvering, and avoiding trouble as far as I could, I finally arrived at my lonely abode. Lonely and desolate. Looking at the mess the state of the room is in, a feeling of heaviness weighed me down so much that all I did was just lie down. And as I retire my stressed body to sleep, I couldn't help but ask myself : "who am I?" and "why am I still alive?"
Maybe one day I'll have the answer. Maybe not. But for now I live in the shadows of my pain