Whisper to the Wind
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  • Parts 9
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  • Reads 359
  • Votes 20
  • Parts 9
  • Time 1h 20m
Ongoing, First published Dec 19, 2012
How far is too far? Is it when someone tells you you've gone too far? Is it when it becomes all you can think about? Or is it when it fills you up inside, leaving anger and hate and becoming all that you are and all that you have when others leave. You begin to depend on it and it only fuels your need for revenge.
How far would you be willing to go to exact revenge on those who murdered your family and brought the destruction of an entire village? Some say they would be willing to do anything to bring justice to them, but what if there was a road block? Something that stopped you from continuing and made you think if it was worth the anger and hate? Something that was there when all others were not and was more powerful and more dangerous than anger?
How far is too far? Or should I say, how do you know when you need to stop?
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You traveled as a healer and helped those who you felt deserved to keep going. You felt that this life was important and wanted to help others learn that by giving second chances. You dabbled in magic and herbs as well as martial arts. You were once a feared bounty hunter, taking what you want when you wanted it. After trying to take something from an old sorceress, she left you with a scar on your face as a permanent reminder of when confronted with your own mortality. After your face healed, you swore you would never hurt anybody else and help those who were harmed. You learned elemental and plant magic as well to help places in dire times with food or natural disasters. You were a walking saint who only wanted to help. But your powers also make you a target. This means you are tracked and hunted by people who want your magic or worse, your head. One of these attacks leaves in a forest, unsure of whether you could heal yourself enough to get back to your feet. As you start to nod out and lose consciousness, a whistle rings through the air before you succumb to the darkness of sleep.