2 Omens

In this world of magic all babies are blessed by the gods, no matter the species. Some blessed by the counselors becomes heroes. Except me, I was abandoned by the gods from birth.

When I was born the sun grew nearly black, the sky turned crimson as blood, and everyone died in my village on that day. I was a cursed child, one appearing only since the beginnings of the universe and ever.

At first everyone was noted of my existence, then tried to kill me. However monsters came and killed them before they could lay a finger on me. My mother had tears in her eyes and looked at me in disdain. I remember the words faintly, "this cursed child can't be mine. He must die!". These words hurt as it was the first betrayal I ever experienced, my own birth mother tried to strangle me. But the monsters got to her first. I was looked down upon even by those monsters as they took pity upon me and left to die in a destroyed village.

Day by day passed and I managed to get nutrition off a corpse. By my own will I had managed to survived Till the age of 18 off the the storage of the village but that was only so much. However news spread like wild fire, that of a cursed child. Ostracized by every human to walk the land, as soon as I stepped into human territory I was yelled at. Then every thing when south. They started throwing rocks and sent their men to capture me.

I lost them in a forest. Since I was in the forest I decided to go to elf territory as I was foolish enough to think hey would accept me. But something similar happened. As soon I stepped foot in their territory I got hit with a arrow and when that happened, I knew I was unwanted. Then ran off to demon territory.

Elves didn't follow into demon territory. As soon as the stopped giving chase I collapsed. Then soon a demon saw me. he decided I would be his new play thing. I had endured the unending torture with just my wits to keep me alive and soon enough he got bored with me. He threw me to a colony of goblins, orcs, and ogres.

The goblins and orcs looked at my current state. I was bleeding badly and just skin and bones. As the food at the village had run out so they threw me out to fend for my self. I was stuck wandering no man's land. And for days on end I would just barely get by eating what ever was edible, such as plant roots, and the rest of the plant.

On my last day I prayed to any god I could think of, but I never learned of one. I was dehydrated and hungry. And finally I found a spring of water and used the last of my strength to get to it, it was like a beacon calling to me. But death was over my shoulder. And as soon as I got to the spring I felt a push. I turned to look at my killer and saw a god of death. A arch god of death god herself pushed me in. And I died in what I thought as a beacon of hope.