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The Eldritch Legacy: Carth Golsten's Origin
« on: April 06, 2023, 01:24:35 AM »
Chapter 1: The Darkness Within

I remember those early days in Ryjurik, the small village that had once been my home. The memories are bittersweet, a mixture of joy and pain that I carry with me wherever I go. It was there that my life took a turn towards the strange and inexplicable, as the whispers began to haunt me.

At first, they were nothing more than faint murmurs, an elusive presence that lingered at the edge of my consciousness. The voices were strange and alien, yet somehow alluring, as if they held the key to secrets beyond my wildest dreams. I couldn't understand them, but I could feel their power, a seductive pull that drew me closer even as it filled me with a sense of unease. As the whispers grew louder and more persistent, I began to notice the strange occurrences that seemed to follow in their wake. Shadows would dance and sway, seemingly of their own accord, while the light in a room would dim for no apparent reason. Candles would flicker and die, their flames snuffed out as if by an unseen hand. It was as if darkness itself was manifesting in subtle ways, a harbinger of the power that lay dormant within me.

The exclusion I experienced as other children avoided me was like a dagger to my heart, each whispered word a fresh wound that cut deeper than the last. I longed for the days when I had been just another child in the village, free to run and play without a care in the world. But those days were gone, replaced by a cold and unforgiving reality that threatened to swallow me whole. The village itself was a quaint collection of wooden houses and cobblestone streets, surrounded by dense forests and rolling hills. The scent of freshly baked bread would waft through the air, mingling with the sounds of laughter and the clatter of horseshoes against stone. It was a place that had once felt like a haven, but now seemed to close in around me like a suffocating embrace.

One day, as I wandered the outskirts of the village, lost in thought, a group of children approached me. Their faces were twisted into cruel smiles, their eyes filled with malice. They taunted me, calling me names and hurling stones at my feet, their laughter a cruel reminder of the life I had once known. As the stones began to strike my body, something inside me snapped. A surge of power welled up within me, a force that I could neither understand nor control. In that moment, I felt both exhilaration and terror, as I realized that I was no longer the helpless victim of their cruelty. The air around us grew darker, shadows lengthening and twisting unnaturally. The children's laughter was replaced by cries of confusion as they realized that something was very wrong. I focused the energy within me, and in a surge of desperation, a powerful blast erupted from my hands, sending the children sprawling in the dirt. Any hints of mirth had now been replaced by cries of fear pain, as they realized that they had pushed me too far.

Determined to confront the source of that which haunted me, I turned to the one person who I believed held the answers: my mother. She had always been secretive and distant, and now I knew that she was hiding something important, something that was connected to the strange power that was awakening within me. Was this some twisted gift left by the father I had never known?
My mother's eyes widened in surprise as I recounted the incident with the children and the manifestation of my power. She seemed both intrigued and apprehensive, her calculating gaze never leaving my face as she listened to my story.
As I confronted her, she revealed the truth of what she had done with no hint of regret. She confessed that she had made a pact with a fiend, sacrificing my father's soul in exchange for power before I was born. There was an air of mystery about her, and her intentions remained unclear. She spoke of my father as a cruel and worthless man, one who had deserved the fate that had befallen him. She had taken delight in offering up his soul as sustenance to the fiendish horror with which she had communed.

I was terrified and unsure of what to do with this newfound knowledge. It was clear that our lives in Ryjurik were over, and that we had to leave everything we had ever known behind. As my mother started packing essentials, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of fear and resentment towards her for the choices she had made.
She moved quickly and efficiently, gathering clothing, food, and other necessities, her actions belying the turmoil that must have been churning within her. She paused for a moment in front of a small wooden box, her hand hovering over the latch as if hesitant to reveal the secrets it contained. With a sigh, she opened the box and removed a small, intricately carved amulet, which she handed to me without a word.

Together, my mother and I set off on a journey into the unknown, leaving behind everything I had ever known. As we stepped out of our home for the last time, the village that had once been a place of safety and comfort now seemed a distant memory, a relic of a life that could never be reclaimed. The sun was setting, casting long, eerie shadows across the cobblestone streets, as if the very darkness I now carried within me was reaching out to engulf the world. I couldn't shake the feeling that the path we now walked would lead us into even greater peril. But I clung to the hope that, in time, the truth would be revealed, and that I would find a way to rid myself of the darkness that threatened to consume me from within.
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