Forest
Monk, tabaxi.
It all started in the middle of a large forest. At least, that's where my memory begins. Covered in blood, in the middle of what obviously was a trashed caravan. The wagon lies broken in the middle of the path, its contents scattered about. The monks saw a plume of smoke and had come to investigate the cause of it, not wanting a large forest fire.
They say I'm the only survivor of what was obviously a bandit attack. There's much that's unclear about that day. I know the weather wasn't too bad, at least there wasn't rain. They gave me the name Forest, because that's where they found me. The Elder, a man named Dwayne, said it was fitting.
Most of the monks have never seen a creature like me. Somehow they lead a very sheltered life, studying books all day long, seeing if they can find connections between them. I'm not much of a book person, that's what I figured out really quickly. I tried to read, and I can! I swear I can, but I really just hate it. It gives me a lot of headaches. No, I much prefer the physical aspect of training. Sparring, exercises and running around, under and over the training course. Did I mention that I seem to be much better than the other monks about it?
When I say that this moment is where my memory begins, that's mostly true. There are a few shards that sometimes pop up in my mind, usually like a deja-vu moment. If I really strain myself to remember, I can think of what it was in some form. I've written them down in my journal, so I can hopefully figure out what they mean.
I remember a dark room. There was no light, and I couldn't see anything. I heard sounds around me though. It sounded muffled, like voices through layers of cloth, talking to each other in hushed voices. Water drops falling into a pool of water, not splashing, just the slow falling of droplets. Rythmic thumping.
A hot sun outside. An encampment of sorts. It feels more like a dream. I'm running, on all 4's. A plume of smoke comes from a tent. I don't know if I'm running towards it or away from it.
I remember a dark room. There was no light, and I couldn't see anything. I heard sounds around me though. It sounded muffled, like voices through layers of cloth, talking to each other in hushed voices. Water drops falling into a pool of water, not splashing, just the slow falling of droplets. Rythmic thumping.
A hot sun outside. An encampment of sorts. It feels more like a dream. I'm running, on all 4's. A plume of smoke comes from a tent. I don't know if I'm running towards it or away from it.
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