Solo Leaving History Where it Lies

[Keyta]

45th of Fall, 512 AV Ravok... The city of pure evil, the only place evil is considered glorious... Keyta thought to herself while looking upon the city with shameful eyes. This was the place she was born, with a happy family, living together and enjoying their lives. Only after she grew up did that all fall apart, her family pushed her away, then she came back and they wanted nothing to do with her. It was like she had become a monster to them, some foreign creature of horrid details. That day was unhappy, just as her entire return, nothing but pain, hate, and suffering for her and everyone around her. The sun had started to rise revealing a vision Keyta only wished to be true. The sun brought a crimson red to the city, making it appear as though it had burst into flames, slowly taking all of the souls within it, and purifying the ground till nothing but ash remained. The kelvic admitted to herself that this was one of the darkest thoughts she had ever had, and simply blamed the city, she had never been like this until returning to what she once called home. Taking her pack to her shoulder, Keyta stood on the ledge of the building she was once sitting on. Her eyes filled with tears, happy memories existed here, but are now tainted with hate from the truth. Even her clothes were shameful, but necessary for surviving until the land was finally behind her. Keyta looked into her pack, noting its items and dropping the bag below, it took a moment before finally making a popping noise with the ground. Keyta jumped after it, carefully grabbing at opened windows and leaping from one wall to the next before rolling on the ground. Her clothes were barely functional for the types of movements she desired, angering the kelvic slightly, but again, she knew she would need them to leave the city safely. With that thought burning in her mind, Keyta set off, heading toward the direction she knew would be the city entrance, or for her, the exit, once and for all.

[Keyta]

This walk was unlike any other walk she had had in the city, the walls appeared different to her and all eyes seemed like they were on her. The sounds of the people were silent, and her own foot steps seemed loud, even while she walked slightly like normal. Guards were seen more commonly and peering down at the kelvic like she stood out in the crowd. The air felt thin, her feet felt heavy, and body seemed stiff. A certain feeling in her surroundings weighed her down, making it seem as though she would die right there. Could this be the energy of the evil deity that lived in this land, trying to consume her like it did to everyone here? The energy was sickening, felt like something trying to cover her entire body, then work its way inside to devour her being from the inside out. Why would people live here with this type of feeling lingering about? The thought of Blythe back at her home broke her from this feeling, suddenly a great amount of energy filled her body. The walk that started so few moments ago lifted into a full sprint, the time between now and leaving would be cut by a great deal and the kelvic would not allow this deity to consume her like it has done to everyone else on this land.