September 16 year 17**
Name: Kongane
Gender: Male
Class: Commoner
Mother: Marian, Died at birth
Father: Unknown, Whereabouts unknown
Status: Orphan
Job: Farmer
Age: 40
Location: Unknown
Hair: Golden hair
Eyes: Oceanic blue
Height: 5.6 ft
September 16 year 17 something, I was born in an orphanage in the middle of nowhere. According to the then records my mother went to the orphanage in the middle of a storm, searching for shelter. She died giving birth to me a few days later.
She said that she was a commoner and that my father left her when he found out that she was pregnant with me. She was unable to handle the pain and went in search for a newer and brighter future for me but ended up empty handed.
She said that she was passing by the nearby forest and was caught by the storm. Unable to find a shelter in the forest she came to the nearest village she could find. In her last moments if dead the best she could do for me was give me a name. A name that I have long abandoned.
I grew up in the orphanage like every other normal child. In fact my life has always been pretty normal. I played with the children in the orphanage and learned to earn my meal at a young age.
I have always been a cheerful little boy and almost everyone in the small little village knew me and loved me. A little fairy, as the other kids liked to call me, with my sun kissed golden hair and oceanic blue eyes. For a boy it was kind of embarrassing but I got used to it. They said that I was the star of their eyes. For an orphan that was more than one could wish for.
I worked my hardest and by the age of 15 I started farming. My crops weren't the best but they were enough for me to survive. My life was normal and peaceful. There were hardly any special events.
I had a bad habit though. I had a very bad temper and rarely anyone dared to anger me. Wanting to pacify my furiousness I used to go to the forest often in the night. I would usually just sit somewhere and stare at the moon sometimes talking about all the things that bothered me or everything that happened recently.
The villagers knew of my habit and they did tell me to quit going to the forest at night at first but by the 3rd time I came back unscathed they quieted down. My life was pretty normal and carefree until today.
I guess today is the last day that I will be in this village. After all the villagers have deemed me as a warlock who kills people for immortality.
How is my non aging body my fault? It was the Moon who gave it to me so why are they accusing me of being a warlock. I told them that I was not a warlock and the Moon gave an immortal body but they didn't listen. They kept on saying that I was a warlock.
The men tied me to a wooden pole and the priest came towards me with a torch. I can feel my body burning and I can smell the scent of burned meat.
I screamed and screamed but nobody stopped the priest and nobody tried to rescue me. That was the moment that I knew that....
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Blood.....
All I see is blood. My hands are covered in
blood of all the people that I have killed. I can still hear their screams of terror as I chopped off the limbs of the priest one by one. I can still smell the scent of burning flesh of the flies that I have burned.
I stood up from my kneeling position and stared at all of the destruction that I have caused. All the lives that I have killed and all the houses that I have burned to ashes.
The village looked like the devil himself had walked through here. A reincarnation of hell. That's what the village looked like. A bloody massacre.
I looked at all of this with empty eyes. My eyes held no emotion for everything that I have caused. It had no pity nor sympathy for the deceased. I felt no remorse for the people that I have spent the entire of my life with.
I stood there for a while and then I started walking towards the forest, never looking back.
I warned them that I was not a warlock, that I did nothing wrong but they just had to not listen. They are the ones who have brought this upon themselves. Rest in peace for now.