PlaneShift
Fan Area => Roleplaying (Communitive Storywriting) => Single Author Stories => Topic started by: Horns on March 08, 2005, 09:10:29 am
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There he was. Looking around at his new life, a life so different from everything he had come to live that he trembled for a moment. A life that he could never back off from again once he had decided to follow it. His thoughts wandered back for a moment to the times where it all had started...
He was a demon, or so he was told. Then again, living in hell among other demons made it rather obvious. He was one among many, doing his work as good yet as unseen as he could. His name of birth was Kur\'rak and it stuck to him until this one fateful day where he knew he had evolved into maturity and that things would never be as easy as they were until then.
He looked at his reflection from the shiny ice surface beneath him in silence. He had come to this frozen part of hell to confirm what he had already suspected, but never truly known. Yes, it was true. There was no doubt about it; he had but the tiniest of horns. Mere stubs instead of the full set that would normally grace a demon\'s head. A disgrace for any demon in existance.
There are many hardships in life, but to a demon, such a set of horns was indeed a humiliation - and it didn\'t take long before his fellow demons picked up on it and he was the damnable shame of the area. They were laughing openly at him, pointing fingers and mocking about his set of little horns, quickly giving him the nickname of \"H?rnchen\", which came to stick later on as \"Horns\", taking even the last bit of fun out of the name and branding him as the lowest of their ranks, allowing anyone to burden him with the most foul and disgusting of duties at any time they pleased.
Eventually, it was exactly this treatment that would make him look for options beyond the norm though. Places to go that others would not dare going, places so far away from their own way of living that they seemed outright alien if not impossible to most of them. That was the time when he heard of the overworld. A place his people disliked to go to for several reasons. People there looked strange and acted strange. The whole world around them was strange and alien too. But even then, it was better than what he had to endure here. Finally, on a fateful night, he decided to leave hell. His mind was set.
Mind you, my esteemed reader, escaping hell is a plan easily spun, but hard to achieve. I will spare you the details for the moment, but suffice it to say that it took a lot of planning and bribing the right people with the little money he had to assure him a moment of time that allowed him to sneak past the guard of hell to the surface world in an unattained moment.
His thoughts returned to the present, focusing again in the here and now of time and space. He looked at the strange new colors meeting him, tones of green and blue he had never seen before in his life. He had escaped, there was no way back again to his old life now, for better or worse. He shook his head briefly as if to clear it and purposefully strode a step forward.
Light started to cover the land. A new day had begun.