1 The Crippled Beggar

Hey guys, I don't have much writing experience as this is my first time! please note that English is not my first language so there may be some Grammer and spelling mistakes. And thanks for checking it out! please let me know what you think I guess.

It was a calm cool night in the cold month of ambul. Just like every other night Zehamas was awoken from his peaceful dreams by a shooting, piercing pain originating from his Dantian and lower legs. With a loud sigh he looks around his moldy shack and struggles to flip himself off of the stinky, rough straw Mat that slightly smells like a pig pen, landing on his stomach, Zehamas slowly slithers and contorts his body into weird positions as he finally managed to reach his wheel chair, After struggling for what felt like an hour he finally reached got himself into the chair. Under his breath Zehamas mutters to himself "Abdul, Why did you have to curse this old man so!". Checking his small waist pocket and realizing it was completely empty he decided that he would once again setup shop in the town square, where he will reveal the two stubs that he once called legs, hoping that someone would eventually take Pity on him, sparing him a couple copper coins so that he could atleast buy a piece of stale bread. As Zehamas's stomach started growling he couldn't help but reminesce on when he was basically worshipped and feared by the town's people, with the though of how the mighty have fallen! Zehamas made his way to the local market in a feeble attempt to beg for enough to eat....

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