Greetings! It's mid-October already, and I can't believe it. While there's new drawtober work for the season, I've started writing for one of my Black Desert Online characters. I spend all kinds of time on the customization page playing MMORPGs. Then I'll get a cool outfit and start drawing, and eventually, I find myself creating background stories, especially in a vast virtual world like BDO.
Ereollynda
Class: Tamer
Gender: Female
Age: 20
She lay still in the pit she’d just been discarded in. The cold rain began to soak into her clothes and hair. There was no place for her to go now. The family that raised her discarded her like trash. They called her a cursed child and whispered about how something rabid hid behind those bright yellow eyes. For ten years she endured the rumors and looks until this moment. Finally, she lifted her head from the mud. She looked up at the distance she’d just been pushed from. Surprisingly, she felt as though her body was intact. From that height, I should be dead, she thought. It’s what they probably expected… What they hoped for. Slowly she rose to her feet disoriented but with no more pain than mild bruising. She turned her back to her former home and began moving forward. There was nothing left for her here.
The road ahead was tough, with no food, shelter, or money. It had been a day’s walk to the nearest town. There were stares and whispers, but that wasn’t new. Despite this, she found some work lumbering through the nearby forest.
“Got a name kid?” The work supervisor peered down at the young girl from the signup podium. There was a pause that had him lift an eyebrow.
“Ereollynda,” she finally said. She would never speak her previous name again. After scribbling the new name on the paper, she walked down the narrow hall and flopped onto her assigned bunk. The work would be strenuous, but it meant breakfast, dinner, and a shabby roof over her head. Every day the group got up at dawn and headed into the forest. They lumbered all the marked trees in the area and hauled them back to town. Soon, acquaintances began to form among the group. Ereollynda found not everyone would treat her harshly. Though a quiet girl, a few work companions would attempt small talk or make a funny remark now and again. Over the next month, she started to enjoy the small interactions. They made the work less taxing. And life wasn’t so bad for a little while.
A couple of months in, this morning would start like any other. The job was almost complete. Their commutes lead them deeper into the forest. They were assured the areas assigned were cleared for work. By noon that proved untrue. A tree spirit attacked Ereollynda and her work group. It cut through them with one swift movement. In an instant, their carts were nothing but pieces. Chopped wood lay in splintered disarray. Chaos engulfed the group when the first person hit the dirt dead. Everyone scattered into the forest at first. The spirit took advantage of this. In a group of 15, five terrified survivors now grouped back together. In the height of the panic, Eeollynda grabbed a small trinket knife and allowed the power to flow through her. It surged through her and ate away the fear. Immediately, she clashed with the spirit, blocking its jagged roots from gutting yet another companion. Horror turned to awe as the group witnessed the petite girl display such brute strength. Black energy began to pour from her hands and feet. She could hear the cracks in the small blade as they struggled. The word she tried to say would barely come out.
“Run.” It came out in a low, unfamiliar voice. The remainder of her group scrambled away into the woods to the sound of the sword shattering. Power continued to grow within Ereollynda, consuming more of her consciousness. Strangely, however, she grew more confident in her victory.
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