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You were too young to remember the birthing pains of the world. Yet old enough to know the people who were there to witness it personally. How chaotic and dangerous those times were before things finally began to stabilize. You heard directly from their mouths of the deaths of old worlds. Struggling to survive against the morphing terrains, the last struggling breaths of the dead, the monsters that creeped out, the outsiders that attempted to intervene in their own affairs, and how gods walked among mortals. How new life arose and began to spread out. You would know you are one of those new lives. So new in fact your kind has no name and you took to a nameless tribe as you were found in the wilds. A newborn was found by the previous shaman who took you in to raise. You were not by any means the only one found like that and adopted. In fact, most people and tribes don't really have names yet. The trauma of trying to escape with their lives and the newfound ability to finally catch their breath. This means that people are finally considering 'who' they are and what they should become. This is something that the older members don't particularly care for but the younger ones are eager to prove themselves while the entire world finally rests and life begins to thrive.
You would as you are still but a wild child. Flaunting your chores and playing with the others. Yet there is something different about yourself. Not that it means much considering how 'common' that is. The real question is who will survive and who won't as Dad would say. Whose ailing health does not bode well, especially with the newer upstart who took his old position. As his ways are seen as 'unneeded in this new era'. You aren't sure that things are a bit...tranquil and your blood whispers to you about the storm.
That is why you-
>Chased after the spirits flickering about that only you could see
>Followed a mysterious melody that was strangely familiar...
>Listened to the old shaman about the difficult times before
>Sought to persuade others to leave this place
>Other?
You would as you are still but a wild child. Flaunting your chores and playing with the others. Yet there is something different about yourself. Not that it means much considering how 'common' that is. The real question is who will survive and who won't as Dad would say. Whose ailing health does not bode well, especially with the newer upstart who took his old position. As his ways are seen as 'unneeded in this new era'. You aren't sure that things are a bit...tranquil and your blood whispers to you about the storm.
That is why you-
>Chased after the spirits flickering about that only you could see
>Followed a mysterious melody that was strangely familiar...
>Listened to the old shaman about the difficult times before
>Sought to persuade others to leave this place
>Other?
