Souls Of Wyndhammer

Prologue

A stream of tears traced my face with shame and misery as it also formed a puddle between my resting legs. I felt broken and alone as I always had, but this time was different as I no longer had an orphanage to destroy my life, just myself. The yellow-orange sun was just barely peeking over the maze of trees that made up the surrounding forests. Because I was curled up, I assumed I just couldn't see that far. Staring at the bloody, brown-ish bandages wrapped from my palms to my elbows, I tugged them to tighten them. The more scars I had on my snow-white skin, the less childish I looked. Sometimes that did me more bad than good.

Finally I'd fainted from all of the crying. It was better than being awake to know people are staring. I didn't even know where I was, never mind if I'd die alone in the snow.

What was only a couple on minutes felt like and hour until someone shook my shoulder. I remained still as I had too much of a head ache to move. The mystery person was wearing a mask, they'd lifted my head onto their crossed legs and they were inspecting my bandages. Pulling my arm away, I opened my eyes more and attempted to lift my head. I moved my head about an inch before it fell back onto their lap.

With barely any energy and a sign of sickness in my voice I asked, "Who are you?". The mystery person said nothing, they just lifted my arm again and peeked under the bandages.

After a quick moment they finally replied, "You do not know who I am therefore figuring out my very forgetful name would be of no use.". Their voice was deep and monotone, a man's voice. I bit my lip and chose to ignore the truth; I wouldn't remember their name- forget care anyway.
"How young are you anyways?" The un-faced man questioned. "Why would it matter to you?".
His eyes opened wide as if he'd taken offence to my snarky reply, but he had no reason to be offended. I wasn't too fond of letting information out like this.  He refused to reply so I just answered what I had to, "One hundred twelve."