Page 10 - Book of Ancient Stars, Litria's Note Section

I woke up in an alleyway, in the middle of a job. Rich looking fellow with a

fat wallet, begging to be cut away. I forgot all about our current affairs,

my party, the Shatterspire; I felt younger.

To my surprise, the target was quick. I was unable to sever the sack of coin,

and the next thing I saw was a scimitar between my ribs and my friends

running away. The man looked shocked, not even realising what he had done.

I was left for dead on the streets, no one came back to help. It wasn’t the

wound that hurt the most, but rather the knowledge that I was going to die

alone, on the streets of a city I loathed.

I had the strength to get up, though staggering all over the place as if I were

drunk. The streets were completely empty, all doors locked, all windows shut;

I now realise that this test took my deepest fears and threw them at me. I

quickly hurried back to a place I still occasionally visited, where I was

raised as a servant, Belkinus Mansion. Hoping to find mum before I bled

out, I went through the back entrance with the key I still have. It was

completely empty, apart from the Lord himself atop the stairs, staring down

directly at me. Filthy creature of nobility, all I ever wanted was to see him

rot in prison. I remember the time I slipped a stolen ring into his pocket and

pointed out the “glinty thing in the Lord’s garments” to the guest whom I stole

it from. Fun times.

I asked him sincerely for help, but the cold bastard had no intention to

assist. As we were hurling insults at each other, I noticed that my magic

was missing, and a voice spoke at the back of my mind. It told me that my