(up for adoption/story idea)
it was a cool fall evening when she found me. like many times before i had been beaten by the villagers and left bleeding in a ally. i was tired of it all, the looks of hatred and disgust, of not being able to get food or clothes, and the attacks from mobs.
when she had entered the ally i thought she was going to finish me off, that i would finally be able to rest and no longer have to deal with the hatred in the world.
her clothes were strange like nothing i had ever seen and she carried a spear, she looked sad for some reason. she said something that i couldn't hear has my vision started to fade and she picked me up. then all i knew was darkness.
after waking up i would eventually learn the name of my savior...
Balsa the spear wielder