New Unwanted Life
Jun. 7th, 2012 09:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ifollowmykingTwelve years old and starting over, new name (shameful name) and no past.
I stepped out of the boat. Stumbling, I fell upon the shore of a land where I’d never set foot before. I knew the name of this land. Endiness. I did not know its geography. Where was I meant to go? I was certain I wasn’t meant to survive the trip. I was just too stubborn to die under the beating sun. I’ve always been too stubborn. If I walked down the beach I might find a village, a city, something.
Rawan is the name of the city where I ended up. There were more people there than I’d ever known existed. No one knew my face. Even better, no one knew the meaning of my name. But what was I meant to do now? I had no history and no skills. I knew how to defend myself in the art of my ancestors, but I had been told I could never use it again. It was stupid to follow that law being so far from anyone who would punish me for breaking it, but I was a child.
I did not stay long on the streets. When they came I did not think to run, though the other children who lived in the streets did. I don’t know why. They were called the Wind Lancers, and they took me in, fed me, and began training me in arts of fighting I’d never before known existed.
They gave me a new life.
Three years later, meeting Richard gave me a new purpose.
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Inspiration:![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
musing_way Prompt Week 16: Starting Over
Fandom: The Legend of Dragoon
Character: Belial (original character)
Disclaimer: The Legend of Dragoon and its characters are property sony entertainment. Belial is my own invention.
Wordcount: 265
I stepped out of the boat. Stumbling, I fell upon the shore of a land where I’d never set foot before. I knew the name of this land. Endiness. I did not know its geography. Where was I meant to go? I was certain I wasn’t meant to survive the trip. I was just too stubborn to die under the beating sun. I’ve always been too stubborn. If I walked down the beach I might find a village, a city, something.
Rawan is the name of the city where I ended up. There were more people there than I’d ever known existed. No one knew my face. Even better, no one knew the meaning of my name. But what was I meant to do now? I had no history and no skills. I knew how to defend myself in the art of my ancestors, but I had been told I could never use it again. It was stupid to follow that law being so far from anyone who would punish me for breaking it, but I was a child.
I did not stay long on the streets. When they came I did not think to run, though the other children who lived in the streets did. I don’t know why. They were called the Wind Lancers, and they took me in, fed me, and began training me in arts of fighting I’d never before known existed.
They gave me a new life.
Three years later, meeting Richard gave me a new purpose.
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Inspiration:
musing_way Prompt Week 16: Starting OverFandom: The Legend of Dragoon
Character: Belial (original character)
Disclaimer: The Legend of Dragoon and its characters are property sony entertainment. Belial is my own invention.
Wordcount: 265
