dragonrazor
Boobies...BOOBIES....
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He had no memories of his own. He knew things, of course, but he couldn't even remember so much as his name. The mercenary swordsman who found him and taught him how to wield a blade named him Fate, because it seemed trouble followed him around. Of course, the real test came when the man who found him died in battle. Fate was lost after that. He wandered, carrying the old man's sword. He wandered far away from the battlefield, and eventually ended up in an old forest. He was weary, weak from hunger, and ended up passing out. He heard a voice speaking to him, but wasn't sure where it was coming from. He couldn't open his eyes, and remained unconscious, even as he felt himself being picked up and moved. He could still hear the voice.
When he finally came to, he was resting in an ornate bed, with silk sheets and draperies. He heard the same voice singing softly. He sat bolt upright, looking around startled. One hand went to his side, only to find he was without a weapon.
When he finally came to, he was resting in an ornate bed, with silk sheets and draperies. He heard the same voice singing softly. He sat bolt upright, looking around startled. One hand went to his side, only to find he was without a weapon.