The Simple Story of a Female NPC
The day passed by with me doing nothing, just as always. Looking around, not moving one inch away. I am here, standing, waiting for anybody to talk to –waiting for you. You, who seems to have the ability to roam this land freely, to talk to whoever you want, to be anyone you like to be. You, who is an exception, a sole being not bound by the chains of fate. You, who are free, I envy you.
Who am I you ask? You may know me as Jane, Bridget, Grace or that woman standing near the gardens. My name doesn't matter. You have talked to me a hundred times, whether out of boredom, curiosity or necessity yet you never remembered me. You never did, and you never will for I am insignificant in your eyes. Even though I did you many favors, you never thought of me as more than a thing to guide you in your journey, as a convenient dispenser of clues. I led you to where you wanted to go, provided you with useful information which is crucial to your travels, and talked to you when you approached me, no matter the reason. I served as your guide, mentor, and companion, saving you from solitude, yet you never think of me as a person. I did not ask for this, I was forced to. I do not want to be the woman waiting and watching you. You, who are free, I hate you.
I am always here, watching your growth, watching you with spiteful eyes. What can I do? My range of motion is severely limited. I can only change where I look – north, south, west, and east. I can neither take a step forward, nor backward. When I can move, it is limited to only four or five steps, to create an illusion of movement, a false sense of freedom, all for your sake. I am a prisoner, shackled by invisible chains, all for your adventures, all for you amusement. You, who are free, I resent you.
Can you even begin to imagine what it feels like to stand in the same spot, repeating the same things, everyday? Don't answer, or more accurately, you can't because I can't even walk towards you and ask. I can't even talk to anyone else, except you. Not that having the ability to speak to people like me is what you would call enjoyable. People like me who can imagine things that I doubt even you can think about, but is unable to express them. It is not because we're shy, or anti social, none of that rubbish. We are bound to only speak a certain piece of dialogue over and over again, and no more. Silence is the only thing that we are capable of when you are not around but that does not mean we are dolls. Yes, dear adventurer, I can think just like you. You, who are free, I despise you.
Look at you, the perfect image of a true adventurer. You, who have slain thousands of enemies that stood in your way, you, who obtained priceless artifacts and items only spoken in legends, you, who have conquered every challenge you accepted, you, who have everything, I envy you. I hate your carefree life, just thinking about yourself, not giving any thought to others. I resent you very existence. If you did not exist then maybe I will have the freedom I longed for. I despise you and whoever or whatever decided that only you are given true freedom.
You, who are beautiful, intelligent, brave, proud and victorious, I envy you. You, who have everything, I envy you.
You, who are free and not bound by this wretched curse called destiny, I truly envy you.
You, who represent everything that I cannot and will never be,
I want to be in your shoes and experience everything that was robbed of me.
I want to be you.
But I can't.
So I will stay here forever, watching you and your adventures and waiting for the time that I can be like you.
Waiting for the impossible
Waiting for all eternity
*Author's note* This short story was written for my Literature 2 Class.