Most were the downtrodden, the forgotten, the wretched and abused. The people that no one else, even their own families, would spare a thought for save in disdain or ire.
[ The Forsaken wrapped his arms around himself as the chill ocean breeze tugged at the hem of his robes and his hair, pulling more strands loose from the long plait. Recalling the Lost as a whole only reminded him of the misery and selfishness of humans. He thought of the first Lost who wanted to stay with him.
Something jagged pierced the tether between them, twisting like a hooked blade in a wound - before the sensation abruptly disappeared as though it had never been there. The Forsaken's tone grew lighter, at odds with the reeling sensation he acted as though he had not felt. ]
The first were Rose and her infant boy, Basil. After the Godswar, even black loam fields of volcanic valleys became infertile, or frozen, or covered in magma flow.
Her village had fallen to famine in the span of a few seasons. She had set forth to find somewhere more well-off, but became lost in the changed landscape. I had been in my prison some years, I could not tell you how many. But I found I knew her, and her babe. I knew she was the last of her village. And, I knew how to part the weave between realms that I could send her to a new village, one that had lost people but still had good soil.
The gods had not yet been forgotten, then, so I imagine she remembered me. But it was not until after even her son's lifetime that I learned to be able to watch the world of humans from my prison, so I could not be sure.
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[ The Forsaken wrapped his arms around himself as the chill ocean breeze tugged at the hem of his robes and his hair, pulling more strands loose from the long plait. Recalling the Lost as a whole only reminded him of the misery and selfishness of humans. He thought of the first Lost who wanted to stay with him.
Something jagged pierced the tether between them, twisting like a hooked blade in a wound - before the sensation abruptly disappeared as though it had never been there. The Forsaken's tone grew lighter, at odds with the reeling sensation he acted as though he had not felt. ]
The first were Rose and her infant boy, Basil. After the Godswar, even black loam fields of volcanic valleys became infertile, or frozen, or covered in magma flow.
Her village had fallen to famine in the span of a few seasons. She had set forth to find somewhere more well-off, but became lost in the changed landscape. I had been in my prison some years, I could not tell you how many. But I found I knew her, and her babe. I knew she was the last of her village. And, I knew how to part the weave between realms that I could send her to a new village, one that had lost people but still had good soil.
The gods had not yet been forgotten, then, so I imagine she remembered me. But it was not until after even her son's lifetime that I learned to be able to watch the world of humans from my prison, so I could not be sure.