"Though wind shall guide me though the night, the life will end me in the light."
Most of the time, I am never outspoken. I always sound like some kind of fortune cookie when I talk because I think about what I am about to say before I say it. I spend most of my time among books, and not around humans, so I am a bit anti-social and tend to seem a bit cold.
But because I've been so tired recently, I've been getting very out of character. I've been very talkative to the point where its strange. Most of the skilled are very quiet creatures, so its really unnatural to be talking as much as I do.
But the people close to me know otherwise. I'm a very emotional person who tries their best not to lean on other people so I don't loose anyone again. I can't stand to see someone cry, or in pain. It just tears at my mind and soul and it makes my powers come to life. Its like I am a whole other person when I am using my powers- someone strong-willed and authoritative. Someone who really isn't me.
I don't trust those who upset me once. I'm not very forgiving, but I don't hold grudges. That must sound contradicting, right? I'm sorry for the confusion. What I mean is that I am able to talk to the person I don't trust like a civilized person without exploding. I rarely explode, but it happens when I am very angry.
I know a lot about almost anything you may ask about. I study mostly non-fiction books and poetry, so I can recite anything from memory. Funny though, is that I can never recall what I had for dinner last night.
I control wind and I can heal. Both take up my will and cause me to age a bit every time I use it. I don't use it much, but when I do, my hair starts to go gray or white. After an hour or so, when my will starts to build back up, my hair goes back to its normal color.
I know how to fence, but that is the only form of fighting I can do. I'm what most people would call weak, but I am a bit calculating when I watch you fight, so I can take you down in almost a heartbeat with just a rapier. That is if I move fast enough. I'm a pretty good runner most of the time.
I recently discovered that I can use my skills with a sword and combine them with my powers. I can fight from afar with one weapon, but it requires a lot of concentration. Its still a bit rough.
I can clean, organize books, but I can't cook for crap. I burn almost everything I touch.
Fight off, dear child, fight off the night...I was born into a wealthy family. They loved me, I loved them, but they were almost never around. I had a tutor that acted as my nanny, and he was a very nice man. He pulled me into my world of books and helped me discover poetry. I wrote silly little bits and pieces here and there, but it was never serious. Mr.Daya was his name- one of the craziest men I knew in my entire life.
While he was a nice man, pushed me into a world of pain I absolutely hated. I got enveloped by his trickery and was stolen away- kiddnapped from my lovely family. He told me that they didn't appreciate me enough to be able to keep me. I was sure he was absolutely insane, and after reading a book about mental disorders, I found that I wasn't too far off.
We lived in a public library that Mr.Daya owned. He had an office that he would keep completely dark and then put me in there when I was acting up. I was scared of the dark. So very scared...
There are monsters ahead, raise your sword and set off on your plight...
When I was seven, the man killed himself, leaving me a large library and an even bigger debt to settle. I sold the library and paid off the debts, but I was in need of a job. I asked around and found myself working in a book store. A young woman who worked there used to supply my library with books. I was young, so there wasn't much I could do except reorganize books. The woman treated me as if I were her own child, allowing me to sleep on the couch in the back of the store, bringing me food and picking me up when I was down. She was a lovely woman, and she was someone I grew to trust.
But this is where I got my fear of trusting people.
One day, a man dressed in all black came and told me that the woman who took me in said that she no longer wanted me. He forced me away from the shop, and I never saw the woman again, but I could never bring myself to trust another person or a woman again. I just couldn't do it.
The storm may have calmed, but everything you know is no longer in sight...
The man owned a fencing studio and he made me work there. I took lessons, trained others and cleaned up. It was a simple job, but I was no longer allowed to read. The man had an extensive library in his office, but never was I allowed to touch the books. I wanted to read them so badly.
When the man left to go on a trip, I read his books though, sitting in his office. It was so nice, being able to have a break. When he came back, his books looked untouched and I went on with my life as if I had never went into his office.
Anger is blinding, child, learn that right now...
About five years later, I nearly killed the man.
He got upset at me for wanting to go to the library and I told him I wanted to. We fought and fought and fought until I exploded... And threw him into a wall. He was unconscious, and his right arm was broken. Possibly had a concussion. I ran away that night, taking all of my belongings and going onto the streets. He didn't go looking for me- and for that, I was grateful.
But an angel of kindness, will lead you to shyness...
I practically lived in the library after that. No one questioned me when I came in with my bag of rags and few belongings. They just simply watched me. One of the head librarians would sometimes strike up a conversation with me, talking about poetry, life or even the owner of the building. By the time the year was over, I knew everyone by name and sometimes worked with them. The owner of the building learned about me and took me on as an apprentice, telling me that I was the most dedicated person he had ever met before.
He taught me everything about the library, and a a few tips and tricks that were useful to know. It was a delight to work under him, but I didn't really talk to people anymore. I just spent most of my time with the books. He was a kind spirit, clothing me with such expensive clothing and feeding me. I was a very lucky young man. But the question is, where am I now?
As you come to a stop, your war will end, and you will be free.
I was soon scouted. They knew about my little mishap with the fencing master and came to take me to join more "Skilled" people.
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