Sometimes the best intentions can go horribly wrong. . . I stowed away on a ship. I offered to earn my way but was denied. All I sought was Freedom. The Freedom to live, Freedom to choose. Every living creature deserves as much. With Freedom comes consequences. Due to my choices I find myself marooned in a strange and swampy land.
The air has a weight to it. . . almost as if it is alive. . . as if the mist are it's appendages and the insects it's eyes.
IT IS NEVER QUIET
I must survive.
I planned to be a hero. To bring Freedom to those who deserved it, those too weak to take it for themselves. Though this is a inauspicious beginning it is a beginning nonetheless.