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~ The Outcast ~
Xanivic
:: As he wrote his entry, his mind scrambled, his body shivering. He could barely keep his pen still . His thoughts haunted him. Closing the jounral with anger, a tear streaked down his cheek. He couldn't withstand such cruelty, such judgement. :: "My name is Auckes... and this is the life I had to endure..." ------------- :: At a young age I had been left in a cabin, nearby Kragrum, the Orc war nation. Abandoned in the small cabin-like home, the only sound was the sound of the cries of the clouds, which pounded the roof. A small candle, lit near the door, hardly brightened the darkened interior of the cabin. The only other light was the glow of the moon that hung in the night sky, watching over me. The addition of my weeping to the rain seemed to have caused some sort of thump near the exterior of the cabin. My crying suddenly  halted as I pondered. A hooded stranger entered through the door, causing the candle's light to fade. The stranger stood tall. Dressed in mostly black leather armor. He walked towards the crib that I rested in.      My eyelids suddenly grew heavy. Nearly falling asleep, he picked me up and looked into my eyes. I felt sudden comfort. I soon fell asleep as the stranger covered me with a tattered cloth-like material, attempting to shield the rain.