The Journal of a Liar - Valette Montelione / Naroa DeGray (Deceased)

[Whatever]

I did not know what I was, back in those days.

There had been times when I felt that familiar sensation of malleability, but never to that extreme. I was unaware of what it was and became enchanted by it, as a result. Taking Valette's life was the most natural thing in the world for me. That is what scared me the most. If I could take her life without even thinking then would I do it to others? I have lived with that fear for my entire life. I have always fought against those urges for violence, as best I could. In a way, my refusal to hurt another by my own hands has been a path of redemption I have walked.  But i can write more of that later. For now, let us return back to those early days.

I ran away from my actions.

I had nothing but some stored up rations to survive part of the long winters. Possessing a noble's face and an urchin's rags, I aimed to escape from Aphrosi territory. I hardly knew where I was going or how I would get there, but in my desperation I held the sack over my shoulder, picked a direction and walked. I followed the west-facing roads, twisting and turning around long bends to ever keep moving. My feet hurt terribly with this new skin I had acquired. There was no hard skin to protect me from the pebbles and rocks, so early on I found my walk to be a bloodied one. Rags were torn off and wrapped around them for a measure of comfort, but the pain was piercing.

For weeks, I only stopped to rest in in the tall grass.

But little did I know a bounty had been placed on my recovery. I found myself near the true wilderness, in the last border village before the domain of Aphros ends. I was hungry, my rations having run out or rottend. Not that there was much to eat to begin with, an Urchin stored away what they could, but... It was never much. I tried to steal from a stall, enough to last me a few days, but I caught a mercenaries attention. I was so fixated on the stall owner that I did not notice him inching closer. Until he grabbed me and held parchment next to my face.

I begged for him not to take me. I struggled and screamed to be let go.

But he overpowered me.

And I found myself on a long travel... home.