Anticloud's History

*approaches with a dirtied quill in his hand, you can hear him rub his fingers through the feather..."I never thought I'd have to do this"*

Some people asked me where I came from. Asked me many things, like why my eyes were full of hate and fear, and whatnot. I'm finally going to answer. Here is the story of my life. I had two parents, like most of you... a father, Marq, and a mother, Beth.

Times were always hard fer us. I can remember back when I was around 5... no food. Very little clothing. The constant arguing.. I hated it. We were very poor. The old home country... I forget its name.. Hell, I don't even care. They didn't take me. They didn't care.. My dad found a job, and started to work hard. We had a little amount of money, but it got us through. ,p>Around 7, I wanted to go to school. Big mistake. I got teased and beaten up because of the way I was clothed. On my birthdays, I would receive no gifts, and nobody except my parents would come. On my 8th birthday, I had alot of fine hate for the world. 2 kids, at school came up to me. They started making fun of me, again.. I was a great acrobat. A great jumper, too. I still am... but I'm older now...most of you know how it is... They tried to punch me, and I'd duck, and jump away. The other, snuck up behind me, and tried to strike my neck. I remember his face, when he saw me gritting my teeth, as I pulled him over my back, onto the hard concrete floor. I was surprised and shaking. I've never done such a thing... But I liked it.

The other bully ran away... but I became like them..another bully. I thought if I roughed people up, they wouldn't make fun of me anymore. I remember the tears on my face, when I was constantly hiding in the dark. Even adults made fun of me and my family. But, after I became a bully, the school shunned me and sent me home for 3 days, to make me think of what I did. Hah, it only built up more hate.

I became reckless. My parents ignored me even more. I didn't want this...I recall, I never heard even one of them tell me they loved me..I got to think more and more. When I was close to 11... I went to school. It was a good day. A very good day. We were going to have a play. This meant I'd have to stay at school later, which I loved, because I didn't want my parents to argue infront of me. When it was nearly dusk... the play started. Everyone's parents showed up. Everyone's. I looked into the crowd, panic-struck.. My parents were not there. As they were not there for me in life... I was highly disappointed.

After the play, I returned home. I opened the door...silence. Are they asleep? I ran through the house...to every room. The small table, we called the kitchen. My bedroom, their bedroom. Nobody. I thought maybe they'd come home late. So, I went to bed. Wondering when they'd be back. I was half asleep, wondering if they'd be back. But then, this is when it hit me. I gasped, almost choking. I noticed our posessions were gone. Most of our "valuables", atleast. I went back out. The urn, gone. The silverware, gone. I went into my parents room. The clothes, gone. What little jewelry my mother owned, gone.

I crept back into the kitchen, oncemore, and found a note. A note telling me that they wanted to be alone for awhile. They told me they'd be back someday. They didn't know when, though. They told me to try and get to a relatives house. Tears came down. I was abandoned. I knew they wouldn't come back. I knew they were gone... They want me to go to a relatives house? I had an uncle, by the docks. Still crying, I packed my bags, and left. I ran to my Uncle's house, and placed my hand on the doorknob. I heard a ringing, from the docks, and a big ship came.

I was about to turn the knob, but something pulled me toward the ship. I boarded, I don't know why, but I did. Maybe thirty minutes later, I left. Some other people were on the boat too. I was a stowaway. So I hid...I was very good at hiding, climbing too. Maybe an hour and a half later, we stopped. We were at a new city.

I saw a big sign that said: "MOORGATE". I had no idea where I was. But I knew I'd start a new life. I was nearly 13, at this time...I still had all my hate. I had no way of knowing how I would survive. I ran all around the streets. I saw many people lived here. It was a big city. I had nowhere to go, though. I started to be a begger. I asked for money and food, and they just scoffed at me and went on. I was very hungry. I hadn't had anyfood for awhile, now. I saw a drainpipe, on a house, and climed up to a roof. Under me, I could see merchants with stands selling their junk. I saw another merchant, selling fruits. I found a rope...wasn't really a rope, it was more of a sturdy thread... but I climbed down, slowly...carefully...quietly. And SWIPED maybe 3 apples.

This is how I lived. I did this everyday. I wish I could find this merchant, and pay him back. I did this until I was 17, nearly 18. I was going to be a citizen soon. I had a few friends, who were constantly talking of guilds. They asked me which I'd join when I was 18. I told them I had no idea. Most of them went to the Fighter's Guild, while a few went to the Mage's Guild, and maybe two went to the Monk's Guild. I thought it over carefully. I was not all that built up. I was quick, and nimble. The Mage's Guild?

Noo... I wanted to feel the blood of my enemies splatter on my face. I wanted to take my rage out with a blade. The Monk's? I don't think I'm good at martial arts, and I'm not that good at mixing things.. I finally reached 18, and I got a scroll for being a citizen. They also gave me the name of each guild. I read 3 of them, and then a slight smile came to me. I haven't smiled for quite sometime... I read the scroll, and whispered the words: "Rogue's Guild". I would join. *finishes writing... for now* I am afraid I must begone. Dunnae worry, I'll be back...

Rogue Anticloud, Vatusia's Loudmouth Level 18 Thief RoUgH RiDeR Poison Addict!Apprentice! Guild Mentor

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