Into the catacombs.
Abandoned by family and rejected by the monastary, his last choice was to take shelter in the dangerous catacombs. Living in fear of the dangers lurking around him was all he knew. The young boy's mind was torn apart and eventually he asbently ventured into the catacombs.
When he came to, he was surrounded by darkness. He could hear the undead moving around him. He had to get back to the entrance. After sprinting as far as his legs could, he collapsed. There was still no light. Only a faint green could be seen from where he came from. Why didnt he see it before? Was this the way out? Struggling to stand back up he slowly walked in the direction of the light. It seemed to pulse slowly. He was so afraid...and curious... it seemed to be watching him. As he walked it never got any closer. Was this the right way after all? His hope was weakening, as was his body. He finally collapsed under the weight he felt. Before he blacked out...what hit him? Was it the an undead?...Only silence... He couldnt move.... After waking up he tried and tried to get up, but to no avail. The weight was gone, but so was his strength. His gave up hope. "Why do I bother?"
The undead stumbled around him, he knew that he would be a part of them... eventually.
The green light flashed. It was closer...but how? He saw something whenever the light flashed. Something above him. Looking up in fear, he waited until the light flashed again. It did. He saw a towering statue. Images of the dead at his feet. It must be Grenth. The light faded as he stared at the statue. He kept looking the same direction, but the light did not flash again. Knowing where it was, he crawled over to it and felt the cold stone. It felt good compared to the heat outside so he fell asleep on it.
He fell asleep at Grenths feet.
He eventually found the way out of the cave, but could not forget what happened. Now even though he lives among the living; he confesses of the dead. Call him what you may; a necromancer, a servent of Grenth, but his name is Exile.
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