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...I Am Abandoned...

        The throbbing in my head ceased to fade. Alcohol, music, and spinning in circles for hours, it does not mix, and not to mention my accident prone behavior. The average society looks down upon us. Always roaming, tricksters, gypsies. These days there more large cities run by demons than humans. I've got enough problems being a blind, free, human man. Many of my kind fled our old homes and those homes have long since been turned into ruins through the war between humans and demons. I find it a blessing that I've lost all memories of those days. As for being blind, I wasn't always. In exchange for my sight, I've gained a whole new life.

        “I don't feel well.”

        “Of course you don't, 'Nali. Damn alcoholic.”

        I rolled my clouded­-over eyes in reply to Noah Besnik, a fellow nomad who'd taken me in when his caravan came across me on the edge of demon territory. I must have been about fourteen then and he nineteen. Seven years has passed since. He says his long raven colored hair has grown to the base of his neck, and our friend Arianna Emilial says that his dark eyes are always gentle, which doesn't quite match his attitude.

        “Noah, calm yourself. I just need to sleep it off.”

        “Oh? Alright, but don't blame me when we leave without you. We're on the edge of the Demon Lord Nicholai Von Cristi's land, emphasis on the Demon. We can't stay long.”

        “Yeah, yeah,” I waved my hand at him in a dismissive manner, “that Lord hasn't seen the great Danali, I'll kick his ass, just like I've done yours countless times.”

        “I let you.”

        “Sure you did,” I heard Arianna chime in.

        With a short laugh, I found my way to a place that was protected from the desert sun.  My bronzed skin blending in with the sand as I settled down onto it, and my waist length hair that was bleached by the sun spilled all around me, the beads and feathers tangling deeper into my mess of white-blond strands and random dreadlocks.

        Sleep then pulled me under, a little too hard.

        Sand... not exactly my idea of a tasty breakfast in bed. It took a few gusts a wind, until I noticed how much it was picking up, nearly being rolled a foot was warning enough. A strong storm was headed our way. I must have wandered a good minute or two before I had fallen asleep because I couldn't hear the caravan from where I was, and that had me on my feet in one swift liquid motion.

        I might be blind, but I can have a pretty decent memory when I want and when I crashed, the sun had been beating down, now it was cool and there was no hint of the warmth, not even in the sand under my bare feet. Using my walking stick I hastily made my way back to camp, at least where camp should be.

        “Noah? Ari?” I called out, “Guys, there's a storm coming! ...We have to get going," panic sets in, "where is everyone­?”

        Worry must have slipped its way into my tone because that last word had cracked. My voice broke over those last words, like I had something caught in my throat.

         Alone. Deserted. Abandoned.

        Thinking aloud, “Great. Demon territory. Could it get any worse? Oh yeah, I could be eaten by a pack of wolves, ravaged by a human bandit, or just tortured and humiliated by demons before they even consider killing me. Wolves seems to be the better end of the deal.”

        With a sigh and shake of my head, I took off on a new path, one that would no doubt bring about the end of my sad little human life, “Oh well, if I'm going down might as well make it memorable. This is gonna call for a lot of alcohol.”