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Chapter 3

A roadside prayer, at the roadside shrine.
Mamma,
Before you died, you told me you wanted me to live a good long life, in our home with the
few friends I have managed to make. But mom, you died, and you were my only friend and my
only reason for being there. Your passing took that joy away, and my remaining time within
our little town was spent lonely and depressed. I could never explain to you the guild I
have always felt for continuing to live all these years, but the guilt was lessened every
time you smiled. I don't have that anymore mamma. I don't have you anymore.

The only thing I have left is to right the wrong of my existance. Death that I have robbed
likely would be satisfied with my rightful place within the dirt decomposing to rot, but
the life that did not prosper through my body's shell on the death I should have had, that
would not be appeased by my death should I commit suicide here where I stand.

Mamma, I stand at a crossroads. I know I am far too young yet to be travelling about, but
I know I must do something. I am anathema to life, to death, and I am alone and don't
know what to do. All I have managed so far, is to join the guild of transmutation, so that
if any had to suffer the treatments to my flesh that keeps me living, it is myself and
no other, that is forced to keep my existance continuing.

I have to move on Mamma. People keep interrupting my prayers to you here at this roadside
shrine, filling their skins and beer bottles, and staggering drunk from the inn. I have to
find something. I have to find my way.