Journal entry:
May 7, year 841
I don't know why but every night I remember that precise moment, that night as always, my mother told me the same story, I was too old to continue listening to it before going to sleep but there was always something when she talked about it that made me want to stay.It was the way she looked, with a smile more radiant than the full moon, eyes longing for the fantasy she told me, over and over again. -Son, a long time ago your grandfather told me something. We were free¿You know? We could go around the world, there were areas with immense forests surrounded by gigantic shadows and that was where we lived, our God protected us and was so powerful that even the rest of the races worshiped us. I know that God is still somewhere, waiting for the perfect moment to show himself and give us a place in the world again. I know it will unite our race and we can live again. And at the end she always said the same thing - I'm sure that our god must be at least as pretty and smart as you, someone brave and a fighter, someone as handsome. And he ended up hugging me while laughing. I never thought I would miss so much those moments where I thought I was uncomfortable, where I thought I was big enough for that. Maybe now I just fight for that? To follow his command, to fulfill his wishes, I don't know what I'm saying, I'm rambling I think. Mom I miss you, I'm tired of this.
On the floor of an old room, full of mold and stone, almost devoid of light and with the smell of alcohol and blood as the only thing present, was lying a small child with a pale complexion and a color of eyes and hair devoid of light, like the abyss itself. He was thin and full of wounds, however, he was silent as if the physical state of his body had nothing to do with him. Next to him, a man sitting on the only piece of furniture in the room was drinking wine from a canteen. Ah shit whatever - said Rento while finishing his drink - take your money but next time if you are late with the delivery again it won't just be a beating. He threw the coins towards the boy who was on the floor and got up to leave, closing the door behind him. The boy waited for a while still on the ground motionless and when he stopped hearing the sound of footsteps he slowly got up to pick up the few copper coins that were on the ground.
What an idiot, it's not my fault that you want me to bring a letter from the nearest city and you only give me one day to do it- he said as he went to the door.
When he opened it, it appears a city that could not be described in any other way than despicable. Most of the buildings were made of wood and were in poor condition. Several buildings lacked windows and were covered with poorly placed wooden planks. This was the city of Sinter, the area where the law did not exist but even more importantly where the forgotten lived, well, one of many. While the boy was traveling between alleys and despicable buildings, he stopped in a small lot, among the weeds and pieces of wooden beams of what looked like an old house, a structure stood out that always caught his attention, this was a small dark-colored rock similar to an altar and emerging from the same stone was a humanoid figure that seemed to be lying on the ground, suffering but with its hand stretched out trying to touch the sky. He always liked looking at this strange rock, it reminded him of him, in the midst of all this garbage trying to reach something that he knows he won't be able to achieve, dreaming of something impossible, but he doesn´t only liked it because of the similarity of their situations but also because of the exoteric nature of it, since he can remember this statue has been here and no matter how much he has tried hitting it with sticks and stones, he has not been able to damage it. It's like an infinite memory of what the life of the forgotten is like, he thought as he smiled sadly. His thoughts were interrupted by the footsteps of a person approaching in an attempt at stealth and so he turned to see who it was.
Bowar it's impossible to scare you! You are always attentive to everything- said the boy named Valgar, a thin looking kid with dark brown hair and dark eyes.
Come on, you have to hurry up, clean your wounds and come with me, we have a surprise for you- Valgar said enthusiastically.
Okey, now I'll quickly go to clean myself in the river and go with you - Bowar said with a smile. Bowar turned around and walked towards the river area, sighing and thinking that today he turned 11 years old and although he already told his mother and his little sister that he didn't want anything and it was better to save some money, because of how excited Valgar was, it was clear that they didn't listen to him and had prepared something for him. He reached the river, if that can be considered one. This was practically black in color with certain substances floating through it. But as if this were the most normal thing in the world, Bowar entered it and wiped the blood from his body. At least being forgotten has something good, we don't get infected by simple things, Bowar thought.