After an incedent involving a weird patch of blue skin, Ochre decides to leave his village to find a cure for himself. He might find it and he might find more but one thing is certain, he will have to learn to get along with the thing that follows h...
He couldn't remember when he woke up in the desert, only that he wasn't alone and that he felt slightly less like himself. It was weird at first. He didn't remember his name and he still doesn't but he did recognise the rising dread he felt as he watched the sun get lower and lower behind the horizon. It was almost scratching at his insides as he began to run and run. He wasn't sure when he found it but he found the village and they cared for him ever since. He had a codename now as well and they called him Ochre. Ochre loved his name. It made him feel like himself and he liked himself. He was one of the village's explorers. A person who would investigate areas for safety and resources and he was good at it. He was praised and he enjoyed it. That was until it appeared.
He didn't notice it at first. It was only when he heard some new finds whispering about his face did he check his reflection in the well. And then he saw it. The right side of his face had inverted colours and it glitched as he focused on it. It still followed his emotions but it was pixilated and it seemed less like him. He couldn't describe it then but he can now. The thing spread to his arm a week later and he was beginning to accept the weird patches of his skin until something broke. He was just upset about the lack of rain for the season when he just blacked out. When he regained consciousness, he was grabbing a fresh catch by their collar and staring at them. It was weird as they stared at Ochre in a wild fear. Ochre of course let the young girl go but she kept staring at him. He found his mouth becoming cottony and so he ran to the elder, mauve. She told him that when he blacked out he changed, both physically and mentally. The blue spot took over and his emotions changed from being friendly to very aggressive. His original colours were reduced to the now blue patches and no one could understand why. He made up his mind in that small hut. He would leave to find help for this illness and he would do this alone.
Now he was here. Walking across the desert in hopes of medical advice or even a cure. He wore a yellow poncho and a black scarf. He had brown trousers and a light yellow shirt. His ochre skin matching his name. He walked not with determination but with pride. He hadn't blacked out again anymore but he was scared for when he would yet he promised himself he would not have to fear it anymore once he completed his mission. So he kept walking.
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