Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2015 15:51:16 GMT
The world was dark and silent, not a thing could be heard. Nothing moved, everything was at pause. At least that's how it appeared to Hunter. He didn't know what it was like anymore to have a family to return to after a hard day’s work. Not since he had been plagued, his memories from before that time were foggy. People he once knew and cared about, forgotten. The world had forgotten him and he had forgotten what it was like to be remembered. All he knew now was just existing, drifting like a lost soul from place to place being shunned from society. His bonds he once had were severed, only left with the brand on his shoulder. He couldn't even remember how he had gained the brand, all he knew was that if people saw it they drove him from their towns and villages like a rogue animal. He had lost his humanity but at the same time it was almost as if in the process those not plagued were slowly losing theirs as well. The world treated the plagued with cruelty, they didn't belong in human societies and the Epei treated them with disdain. They had no place in this world, or at least this world refused to budge in order to give room.
Hunter only knew that he would never fit in with any other than the plagued. As long as humans denied their role in the coming of the plague, he would be cursed to wonder from place to place. No place to call home, home seemed like a lost memory now to the plagued. At the thought of it something would briefly awaken inside but holding onto that memory was like trying to hold water in ones hands. Hunter frowned as he stared at the reflection in the water; the face he knew now was his but at times it still felt strange. Had he really always looked like this? Was there a family out there that he had left behind when he had been plagued? All he knew was his most clear memory had been running away, being driven from what must have been his home like a starved dog. A small voice in his head said he should be mad at those who had driven him away yet the anger he could muster felt numb. As if a part of himself that had once felt emotion so intensely had been cleaved away in the moments he had been plagued. No longer did anyone care about him, how could they? In the years since he had been plagued Hunter had learnt it was forbidden to even speak of those who had been plagued, they were simply wiped away from history as if they had never existed. A forbidden memory never to be spoken of. The plagued did not exist, and those that claimed otherwise were punished in ways that prevented others from even daring to try and find out the truth. That was the way of humans it seemed, deny the existence of an unpleasant truth.
He scoop up water from the river to wash his face, the day was still young. He glanced up looking towards the village where he now lived. Once he lived in a city but that city remains nameless and unfamiliar. Namanda was now his home, and would most likely be his home until the end of his days. He turned away from the village wondering alongside the river, knowing that as long as he kept the river in eyesight then he was less likely to get lost.
Hunter only knew that he would never fit in with any other than the plagued. As long as humans denied their role in the coming of the plague, he would be cursed to wonder from place to place. No place to call home, home seemed like a lost memory now to the plagued. At the thought of it something would briefly awaken inside but holding onto that memory was like trying to hold water in ones hands. Hunter frowned as he stared at the reflection in the water; the face he knew now was his but at times it still felt strange. Had he really always looked like this? Was there a family out there that he had left behind when he had been plagued? All he knew was his most clear memory had been running away, being driven from what must have been his home like a starved dog. A small voice in his head said he should be mad at those who had driven him away yet the anger he could muster felt numb. As if a part of himself that had once felt emotion so intensely had been cleaved away in the moments he had been plagued. No longer did anyone care about him, how could they? In the years since he had been plagued Hunter had learnt it was forbidden to even speak of those who had been plagued, they were simply wiped away from history as if they had never existed. A forbidden memory never to be spoken of. The plagued did not exist, and those that claimed otherwise were punished in ways that prevented others from even daring to try and find out the truth. That was the way of humans it seemed, deny the existence of an unpleasant truth.
He scoop up water from the river to wash his face, the day was still young. He glanced up looking towards the village where he now lived. Once he lived in a city but that city remains nameless and unfamiliar. Namanda was now his home, and would most likely be his home until the end of his days. He turned away from the village wondering alongside the river, knowing that as long as he kept the river in eyesight then he was less likely to get lost.
