The World of a Thief

Ricia, who said you could write the chapter!?

OKAY, humans, dragons, merfolk, kurroh, plants even, WHATEVEr you are, I'm Ricia and I'll be writing this chapter from my point of view. Otherwise known as the beginning, like the VERY beginning. Like, before Forrey was even BORN beginning. Yeah, that far back. Okiziay, let's get to this.

bler erherher aHEM! It started long long long ago. I was, oh I don't know, like 17 with my entire tribe up on mount Diasara, the sacred mountain of fire, or Dia. I, being one of the hextresses who was chosen messed up. Yes, you heard me right. I, the glorious mistress of amazing power, first wielder of Trisor herself, messed up in the hex-spell. Now, let me start with an explanation for how I messed up. In my wonderful language (because Daybreak has been translating everything we write into whatever her stupid language is. Yeesh, its so flarrin' confusing. Oh, oh I see, you're just not going to translate a few words like flar or flarr? They're totally different in your language, why still use mine where the only difference is the length of one sound huh? HUH?) the soul-binding hex and the hero-finding spell are extremely similar, and since that was one of those days where I literally could not pronounce a single word right (we've all had those days, it's like your tongue is just saying "hey, I know the sounds you want to make right now, but I think these ones sound much better") I accidentally mixed them both into the sword, thereby only making it touchable by someone with my exact soul type. That would be slightly less annoying if my soul hadn't been COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY SERIOUSLY RARE TO THE POINT WHERE ONLY TWO CAN EXIST IN THE SAME CENTURY!!! So yeah, I kinda messed up. 

So let's skip about seven thousand years to one of my descendants. I think his name was....I don't know, I can only remember the ones that I liked, and those are hard to remember now that I am approaching my ten thousandth death day in a couple years. (trust me things move a lot faster when you're a ghost) So, yeah him. He was a mercenary hired by the Kryan army in a war against some invaders from the east. Oh, and I'm talking about old Kry. The Kry that existed long before those barbarians from the continent of Ticla came and 'colonized' the place. The people living there had been there even before we came along, some say before the Catastrophe of the Ancients back when...well we don't know exactly what happened, but it's funny to think that the people of this time actually believe they were the first lines of humans to walk the earth, there were entire societies back in ancient days. Some old Homo Erectus (True Kryan since Daybreak is afraid of spelling that wrong) told me that when I was actually alive. They said that the ancients had many technological advancements that our people couldn't even imagine. Small light-boxes that simultaniously connected the whole world, sounded like some pagan camel fiyesc or work of the Beings. Speaking of which, the ancients didn't even know about the three Beings! How crazy were they?! I can imagine it now, a world full of people as lazy as ten Daybreaks put into one, staring at their light boxes all day, sitting in bed all day, watching anime, listening to this "dubstep" that they had in those days, playing weird light games that involved no physical activity aside from that of their fingers. Disgusting, the whole lot of 'em. (I, Daybreak do not think you are disgusting if you stare at your phone all day, watch anime, listen to dubstep, or play video games. Mainly because I do all of those things a lot. Also, if you watch the same animes that I do and ship all the same ships that I ship, you are immediately me or my best friend. No exceptions.) Okay, back to the topic here. So, that mercenary descendant of mine had my soul type and took Trisor into the war against those trying to kill all the true Kryans. I think it was something about his best friends being true Kryans and them getting sorta kinda murdered. So, quick history lesson, the true Kryans were all either slaughtered or sent into hiding, pretending to be extinct. (Cough Raro Cough take the flarrin' hint cough cough) And he kinda died and let the sword slip into the hands of those Tilcan freaks who took over. Now, the new Kryans praised the- oh I'm sorry- my sword for being special or something and put it on a pedestal until someone could be able to use it. So, nearly a thousand years of suicides and foolish people who thought they were heroes later, the new, fake Kryans finally realized that the sword killed those who weren't worthy.

And almost two thousand years after that, we get to Foraen. Now, not only was she born with my soul type (by the way, soul types ultimately, usually determine your destiny if you don't do something to make your soul different) she also stole my sword back for me, therefore making her my favorite descendant at present. So let's start at her beginning.

So, Foraen was born in the little Lacer village Faire, she lived a pretty normal life. Her mother was a musician up front, but her true occupation was the village hextress. She was the one who taught Foraen how to play the flute like a champ and Foraen learned a bit of harp and vocal from her as well. Now, Foraen's father made the village's best artwork and sold it to merchants who brought his artwork to all kinds of important places. Forrey also learned a bit of painting from him. I think that might be the reason she made her hair a bit...paintbrushey. That or Daybreak just messed up with the hair length when drawing her, so she just colored it a different color, therefore creating the, now signature, paintbrush style hair. So, everything was going fine until she turned five. On her fifth birthday, a fire was started by something or someone. Her mother, father, sister, and one of her brothers were taken over by monsters and the quick-multiplying parasites that make up the inky coating around their skin. (For those who don't know, Monsters are any creature that has been taken over by the parasites that reside in the "death ink" as I call it. Death ink is a thick consentration of liquid-like parasites that, if enter the blood stream, will take over the host and cause many mutations until the host becomes whatever monstrosity the parasites design. Some look like wolves crossed with bears, others look like lions with deadly scorpion tails, while others take the form of something that looks disturbingly human.) So, she ran, leaving her only not-dead brother to crawl to the nearest town where he found a certain aspiring blacksmith and her older brother who just so happened to be an amazing amazing chef.

Little Forrey ran to the Ahka town of Haven, where she was far away from the harm of the Lacer curse, the curse to die with the ones you love. From hence forth, she chose to not love, like, but never love so that she wouldn't die with the pathetic ones. Oh, but it doesn't stop there. Fast forward to the time when she enrolled into a Thievery school to become a professional thief. She had grown her hair out to the point where it was almost down her back and she had first dyed it teal that year. That was the year that she took my sword back, the year she first met a True Kryan, as I'm still calling them (sorry Silv, but I will judge you by your ancestors) the year she took the first steps to becoming the first Lacer to free me at last. And now, ten years after that, she has finally freed me from my slumber of eternal "not being able to do ANYTHING!" and the first thing I'll do? Oh, I suppose I'll make you wait to see what your "Thief" has to say about it. Ricia out.

Okay, she's finally off of my computer, so I'll be back whenever I'm back. Could be a week, could be a month. Either way, press that little star shaped thing and comment if you'd like, I actually enjoy reading people's comments. With that, stay awesome and SEE YA!!