For as long as I could remember I have been on my own. I fought for what I needed with beasts a hundred times my size and I’ve narrowly escaped death on more than one occasion. I often ask myself “Why do I have to fight so hard, why can’t I just… give up”.
Laying on my back the grass is damp with my blood and what you would normally call clothing has turned into nothing more than some rags “borrowed” from the nearby village. I guess this is how I die, taking on a Class D mana beast and epically failing. Could you blame me? That overgrown dog had eaten the food I had been saving to get through this winter. Was live supposed to be this hard, I barely got to experience any of it. In my next life I’ll be stronger, and the entire world will cower at my feet.
When is the part where I see my life flash before my eyes? It wasn’t much of a life anyways. As far as I know I was born in this forest and I’ve survived here for at least 8 years. I haven’t a mother nor father I can think of. I was raised by someone but even now I’m not quite sure who or what she was. She was beautiful like a goddess with long golden hair and emerald green eyes. With a voice as sweet as honey she gave me a name. Oh, that’s right. Someone cared enough to give me a name. As my eyes start to close its almost as if I can hear her calling nearby.
“Caden”
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