"The poor thing." I'm not poor. And I'm not a thing.
"I'm so sorry about your losses." Yeah, sure. Saying that just makes you look good.
"How have you survived all this time?" By not listening to you people.
"I can help." You can help as much as 'my losses' can right now.
"She's so strong. I wish I was like that." Don't you all. Because if you were, you wouldn't be saying that TO MY FACE.
Greetings. My name is Kairiena. I'm that poor-surviving-helpless-yet-strong orphan.
A few days ago, I became the last surviving member of my family. How come? Because the rest of my family was cursed. Or more specifically, I'm cursed. Ever since I was born, one by one my other family members have died. Begining with my distant cousins and uncles and aunts, ending with my older brother. He's the one who died most recently.
Right now, I'm on the road with all to my name. Which, isn't much. Just some money, a few clothes, my sword and , my harp and flute and a bag to put them in. Again, not much.
Although, I have wished often that I had someone else to share this journey with. It's a little annoying being alone like this.
But hey, life deals its cards, you can't do anything else other than deal with it.
[Author's note: I will finish this later, I'm just short on ideas right now. ^^' I'll post more later. Once I destroy this writer's block wall]
