~Shardon Swordfist~

They say you are what you are made of. I’m here to prove them wrong.

My history as I know it starts in a small village. The village wise woman believed me a demon child, she said she saw the doom of my village in my stormy grey eyes. I was left in the woods, for to kill a possessed child is to free the demon, but if the child dies of natural means, the demon is forced back to its realm. Exposure was well on its way to doing just that when I was found.

An old woodsman decided to stop the wailing and raised me. He made me learn fast, a cruel master, but fair in his own way. I always thought there was a hollowness in his eyes. Something unnatural in his strength and his ability to shrug off blows. He healed unnaturally and his wounds never bled. I feared him though he was my only other reference for humanity.

Never the healthiest after the time exposed, I established a camaraderie with the very elements that once sought my dying breath. I learned to be fast, knowing speed would aid me more then raw strength, denied me due to my youth. The wilds became my world, my environment telling me more then most can begin to imagine. Then I saw the demon who was portrayed in my eyes, but it wasn’t in me, it was in the woodsman.

He died, leaving a foul stench in the cabin. I buried him as was my understanding of the custom. I need to learn to dig deeper holes. He dug his way out of his grave and attacked, destroying animate and inanimate alike. After tearing apart the small clearing he went after the village. The wise woman was the first victim of his rampage, the wall of her cottage falling down on her as he beat at the supports. Most of the villagers died, a few surviving the rampage by luck or stealth. I watched the events from a very detached state. Though this had been the place of my birth, all my memories of it were from the tree line, staring at the life denied me. I knew alive he could beat me, he had in the past. If he was able to rip himself out of the grace of Lorminstra’s rest, I had no hope of slowing him. I left the demolished village without turning my back, headed in the direction of the setting sun.

I followed several trails, eventually coming upon the largest group of people I have ever seen. A village of this size was beyond my imaginings. I wandered in an unguarded gate and followed a wall taller then I was surrounding the town. I was peering in a hole when someone bumped against me and I went tumbling in. Dazed and barely conscious, I staggered around trying to find a way out. Then an ant attacked me in my weakened state and a shadow manifested into a creature of stunning beauty and saved me. Bright emerald eyes framed by sable hair that made it look like the eyes floated in the darkness twinkled with humor as I stammered for help. She gave me directions but I was so lost I had no way to follow them. She introduced herself as Shadalyn Moonpicker. I’m not sure if I stammered out a proper response or not, I was so captivated by her.

I started talking about myself before I knew what was happening, trying to catch her interest. She escorted me out and I offered to buy us breakfast as it was early. She said she knew the best cook in town and took me to a place called the Silvergate Inn. She moved to enter an alley but I took her through the main entrance, and went in and ordered. I realized then that prices were a lot more then I ever expected in this place, being short. She waved to the cook and he brought out a second bowl and we went and sat at a table. We talked more, and she seemed to become unsure of herself and shy. When I asked her why, she said she wasn’t pretty and still covered in sewer muck. She tried to clean her hair and hide behind it at the same time. Being a little new to this situation I bluntly told her how I felt after restraining her hands and shifting the hair from her eyes. She reacted like a frightened animal, eyes darting and shivering as she sat very still. Over the next few hours, she seemed to take more and more comfort in my company while she gave me a tour of the town, going as far as to flirt and laugh, even kissing me occasionally, though after each kiss she pulled away like she was scared again.

We gathered some money together, and when she wanted to split it, I instead took her to a boutique in town, letting her buy to her heart’s content. Her eyes turned into sparkling green oceans as she laughed and shopped, her longing for finery being finally sated. I took her out to eat and dance, and then we toured the Temple. She went down a corridor she had never entered before and we ended up in a wedding chapel. I knew then my chance was at hand. Her eyes were wide with the beauty of the place, and I kneeled before her, kissed her hand, and asked for her hand in marriage. She stared at me stunned for a long time, and then she said the most beautiful word to ever hit my ears, yes. My life is devoted to her, and I will do anything for her slightest whim. She is my heart, and when I am with her I am whole.

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