The Merchant

A/N: I've got this story running on the RuneScape Forums, feel free to check it out at: 49-50-374-59390054. My RuneScape name is Futile Crush just so you know where to find me :P.

PROLOGUE

Elation was a feeling I had long since been starved of.

In fact, ever since that fateful day I had been deprived of everything. No home, no shelter, and the few scraps of food I can forage hardly make a worthy meal. The only thing I can hold close to me are the memories, the memories of what life was like before it all happened. I hold it close to me like a burning flame, yet, even that will soon dwindle to nothing.

Of course, I had learnt my lesson.

In the days of my youth, I used to believe that all those in the world were good and kind, that strangers wishing to lend a helping hand were genuine, that any concerns were for myself and not for their own self-actualisation.

I know better now. Sometimes, my hatred for society boils over, the least I can do is restrain myself from lashing out at innocent bypassers who stare at me disdainfully by the side of the street, while I huddle upon the pile of rags serving as a make-shift pillow.

Most of all, I loathe THEM. The ones who took it all away from me.