Role

Chapter 11

Well, where shall I start this story? About an elf who lived
in the wild for hundred and hundreds of years, who has a
major problem with wilderness. Not exactly a problem really
considering his passion for nature. But it seems like nature
doesn't like him. They would disturb him, play pranks on him
and sometimes, bad nasty jokes. But he isn't too bothered by
their acts of mischief. Instead, he has a positive thought:
'At least they are bothered to play with me!'. What is the
boy's name you would think? Well, let me introduce you to
Hiajist Naturebane.

The past of this elven boy is unknown to anyone. His memories
all gone, stolen or whatever that could have happened. Though
he is not too quite bothered about it. Instead, he has a yet
another positive thought: "Whatever that happened must be bad
so I'm just glad that I'm still alive and kicking or being
kicked!". He is housed within the Virgin Forest, where he
cohabitats together with the wilderness that lives there before
he moved in.

The following is his daily routine.
Make the bed after waking up, washing up and clean the house.
Step of the house, get tripped by twigs and roots on the ground.
Have some assorted berries for breakfast.
Picked up some dried twigs and branches for the fireplace while
having a small tiny rain cloud raining over his head.
Make some lovely and yet simple lunch.
Have lunch under the tall willow tree and some leaves and bugs
dropped into his food.
Pick up some ingredients for dinner, occasionally have a small
lightning struck at him.
Have dinner, clean up the utensils.
Watch the stars while having a small tiny rain cloud raining
over his head.
It is time to hit the hay and the day will repeat itself again.

He believes all that happened in a day, are all the beauty of
nature, all the energy all around, makes him more lively. He
would probably be the least charismatic elf that ever lived one
would think, but he thinks otherwise. Who would have thought
that this elf would ever stray from this routine. Well, which he
has to, in order for the story to go on.

It was not long, where the evil goddess, Eshval built her blood
shrine northwest of the Virgin Forest, corrupting the wilderness
in the area. Hiajist worked hard to defend what that is left
which is not corrupted, preserving and protected the does and deers
from the rabid wolves. Not long after, the goddess shifted her
shrine to somewhere else, but the decayed forest did not recover.
The ever natural pond continued to be tainted and the wilds in
the forest seems more dead than alive. The Goddess was not the
reason, it was something else. Something else that Hiajist need
to find out and fix, in order to resume his daily routine lifestyle.
This marks the beginning of the journey of Hiajist Naturebane.