Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20160902132647/@comment-27025277-20160903185315

Z walked in the dark alleys of Daggerfall. Darkness... His sanctuary... He could feel anything move and was comfortable there. As a child when he was in light, he often was the subject of bullying. It's easy to pick on the weak scared blind kid. Call it post traumatic stress disorder or call it being a scaredy cat. No matter what you call it, there was no better company than that of dark silence.

Being blind meant his other senses were much more attuned. The quieter the better. Everything screamed, exploded, and crashed. Pain was excruciating no matter how minuscule the stimuli.

He slid down next to some refuse and began to remember the day he had to escape.

"YOU LITTLE SWINE! I TOLD YOU ONE BOWL OF SCRAPS A DAY!! YOU DARE STEAL A PIECE OF BREAD FROM ME!"His Father screamed at him before slapping him across the room.

''"Daddy please!!!" Z begged crying his eyes out,"I'm so hungry!"''

Z immediately shook the memories away. Sure it wasn't always bad, but that day was different. He exploded. His training in shadow magic came bursting out in rage. Z had made himself an orphan once more.

All of these unwanted memories continued to storm in his mind like the sky above. It wasn't easy being broke, blind, and homeless. Sure a thirteen year old kid should never have had to fend for himself, but he had to and did.

As the rain fell and the skies cracked with thunder, Z sat there praying to the gods to show him why he was even alive...