The wind tore through my now tattered clothing and chilled to the bone. Snow blew over the mountain tops as I walked through a strange land. At thirteen I had rarely left the house for any reason other than to help my dad with his work, I didn't know much about the world outside of my village. I had in fact never left my village and so I felt very small and lost.

  Nearly falling asleep on my feet as I lost feeling in every part of my body, I closed my eyes, and all I could see were images of that man with the painful aura burned into my mind forever.

  What a horrible man, I focused a little harder and I could see the blue strings again. I plucked one of them and my body warmed up instantly… What were these blue strings anyway? They are what caused my house to explode. They… I could feel the emotions boiling up inside of me, I had killed my parents and now I didn't have anywhere to go.

  I had been wandering for days, plucking at the blue strings and indulging in the magic that seemed to come about as a result of using them, I couldn't find any logic behind them except that they seemed to feed on my intent and then try their best to make my intentions into reality.

  I took shelter in a cave, indulging in the solitude I cast a spell to create a fire and keep myself warm. The warmth spell that I had cast earlier seemed to have a time duration. I slowly mastered the strange blue strings and could cast spells for whatever I needed it seemed. I cast a spell to hide the cave that I was In so no one would sneak in while I was sleeping.

  Perhaps I was destined to spend the rest of my days as a wild child but that was perfectly fine with me. I closed my eyes and the tears came as I thought of my parents. I missed my mother and her cooking that I would never have again in my life. I wished desperately that there were a way to turn back the clock and save my parents but I also felt that I must take responsibility for killing them.

  I was aware that killing my mother was an accident and my father died trying to protect me however, I was also aware that had I never been born, they would not have died.

  I looked at the crimson sword that I had taken from the dead Hero. The blade was harder than regular steel and seemed to possess some magic. Perhaps I could make use of it. Using a dead heroes sword as my instrument of revenge against the so called good humans would feel liberating.

  I found that the cave by the road side deep in the mountains was so remote and isolated that perhaps I could indulge in solitude forever. Some time had gone by and I had made friends with local wolves and ravens. I found I could talk to them without words somehow. It had something to do with those blue strings. The wolves would bring me food in exchange for pets, the ravens would bring me news and let me know if any humans were near by. I only came out of my cave at night, dusk, or dawn. I found the sunlight to be harsh, it bothered me on some level that I couldn't explain.