You wriggled among the blackened void. A sea of your siblings wailing to exist. A siren under both meanings, calling out for someone. Yet warning of an impending storm brewing. You and the orchestra of the lost sing in imperfect harmony. You were not quite nothing but you didn't serve a greater purpose either. Who you were, what you were, it was formless then. You did not exist. But your will was always there. You made sounds without reason and cries without tears. That was how it had stayed since before you could even remember. If you could remember back then, that is. You can still vididly visualize what it was like the first time you truly existed. It was still a burning memory.

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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