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More backstory for X! He's about 14 in this. Yes, his home burnt down twice.
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Xisuma
It was burning. Everything was burning. His life, his trust, his childhood, he was burning.
He felt the world crumble around him. The world he had grown up in, the only place he had ever known, was falling apart before his very eyes.
Without thinking, he dug his fingers into the Weave of reality and tore, ripping a hole out and jumping through.
And then it was quiet.
Nothing but the baws of sheep and the chirping of nearby birds.
X collapsed onto his knees, tears trickling, then flooding from his eyes.
Everything was gone. Xenos had betrayed him and everything was gone. He cried and cried, eventually falling asleep right there on the grass once the adrenaline wore off.
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It was when he woke up that he realized how much his face hurt. He hasn't noticed before, his mind too preoccupied with- no. He couldn't think about that right now. He needed to make sure he was ok.
X pushed himself up, walking around. He had never been in the overworld before. He had read about it, seen it in movies, but never been there. He wandered around, trying to find water to wash off what felt like a missing layer of skin on his face.
Eventually he found a pond. He knelt down, splashing water across his face. It stung like hell. He waited for the pain to dissipate, then rinsed his face again. After a few repetitions, he waited for the water to settle, then looked down at his reflection.
Half of his face was decimated with burns. The skin was peeled away, exposing flesh covered in blue scabs. He knew he had been hit at some point by Watcher magic, but had not realized quite how severe.
And he had no healing supplies. He tried to reach into the Weave to give himself some, but it refused. It must still be mad at me for ripping through.
After a few moments, he stood up, turning away from his reflection. He needed something to cover it or it would get infected.
He chased some of the sheep down and gathered wool, enough to make something resembling a cover and tie it onto his face.
Xisuma returned to the pool, gazing down at his reflection once more. The bandages were rough, barely hiding the destroyed parts of his face, but maybe they would keep him alive.
The scars, however, would be awful.
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