I can`t believe it. How can this be happening? Im not supposed to be here. I dont understand. I need help. But where can i find such help in a world like this?
Thaughts like that ruched through Carina`s head as she walked down the street. People stopped and staired at her. She understood why. With her leather-pants and leather-armor she did`nt acsactly fitt in with these people. And she was beginning to suspect that her weapons were scaring people.
To awoid the attention she turned and walked into an ally, where there was no people. She stopped and leaned up ageinst tha wall.
<What do i do?> she asked herself. She locked down the alley, and she saw something. A ray of hope, in the form of one word. Far down the alley, across a street there was a signed that said "Magic..." She could`nt see the rest.
Carina walked down the allay and saw that the sign sayd "Magic Shop".
Carina did`nt hessetate. She crossed the street and walked into the shop.
The magic-shop locked femiluer and strange at the same time. Old-locking books with strange symbols on them and jars with plants and all sort of weirs stuff was no strange thing to me. But the room it self... The shelfs, the counter. It all locked so unknown. Then a young women comes upp to me. She locked just like all the people outside. Same clothes, same hair and so on.
<Hi, there welcome to the magicshop, how can I help you?> she says.
She seemed nice, but at the same time she was locking at me in the same way as everybody outside. I realized that she was like everybody outside.
<I dont think you can help me,> i say. <This is a place of magic? I need to talk to a wizard ore a mage. Someone with great magical power. Is there someone like that here?>
The women seemed nice enogh.
<A guardian?> i say. <That sound fermiluar. But i don`t know what that is. I don`t know what im doing here. I cant remember anything. I just kinda woke up on the street not knowing anythin. All i know is that i should`nt be here, and that i should seek help from someone with magical skills. I can`t remember where im from or who i am. But somehow things in this room looks fermiuar. Like i belong among them.>
The tiredness and hopelessness finaly takes a hold of me and i slowly fall down on the floor. I feel week. I look up at the women. I somehow feel that she can help me. Like thats her perphuse.
I say: <Help me.>
OOC: Im sorry i haven`t been able to write in a while. Ill see if i cant get a few words written down soon.
Just need to say something. I dont know what way you want this story to go. I dont. I dont have anything planed, just making stuff up as i go along.
So what i want to say is that if you have a way that you want the story to go, please tell me. Just pm me or post a reply about it.
