YOU. What are you?

A bug? No, not that.
A dog? No, not that either.
A human?

...

Maybe in another world, but not this one.
No. YOU are nothing.

That was how it was for as long as you could remember. If you could even call that period of time "memories." You, and all of your siblings wriggled in the vast void, collectively, you were nothing. The mass wailed in imperfect harmony. And so did you. All of you were desperate, clawing and screaming to be something. And like a prayer, your call was answered.


You held your eyes shut. You breathed in and out. The air was cold. It reminded you of how it felt in the void, like an endless gust of cold wind. Only this breeze wasn't nearly as cold as it was in the void. This one actually felt somewhat nice.

You can still remember what it was like a few moments ago when you suddenly had become something real. The humid air against your arms. The feeling of your feet in your dirty and beaten brown shows. The feeling of a white shirt that had been torn slightly near the neck, sleeves and bottom. You even noticed you had brown shorts on. What's cooler than brown shorts? You look around. You're in an alleyway. Junk and trash is piled up against the walls. In that moment, you took your first steps. You wandered out of the alley and into the sunlight. You looked around and saw people wandering the streets. The buildings around were made out of things such as wood and stone. They were never higher than 2 floors. But in the distance, way up on a hill far away, you could see a large castle wall surround buildings as tall as spires. Their vastness was lost upon you as you were too far away to take in the true beauty of them. Oh well. You looked around the town you had found yourself in further. It didn't look like a very wealthy community. Some people walked around in tattered clothes, some with skin grown pale from hunger, and some wore suits. Wait, what?

"I can't believe the state Orenblum is in," said a man with a ginger mustache wearing a blue suit with yellow highlights. He had a weird symbol near where his heart was.

"It's a sad state, I know," a blond man with blue eyes responded. He wore a white suit with a red and black diamond pattern stitched across the sides of the sleeves and pantlegs.

"I used to live here when I was a wee boy growing up, you know?" the first one spoke again in an uptight tone. As if trying to brag that they had lived there before the town had begun to decline.

"Really now?" the man with blue eyes seemed intrigued.

"Mhm!" He nodded back. "Although, not for long. My parents eventually moved to the citadel."

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