It has been 164 days since I had been forced to leave “my village”. I had lived in this village for 5-plus years, give or take, and I loved it there. It was a nice lovely place, I didn’t mind the early hours, the chores or the occasional troll attacks — I was content. But things changed, things got a little difficult for everybody in the village. Although we were promised many things by the village’s elders, they always seem to have a hidden agenda of sorts. So most of the villagers were unhappy and stressed, I included. Others were indifferent to the situation and didn’t mind much “there’s nothing to worry about” — some said — “we will all be fine, you will see little one” — little did I know.
And thus I was forced to leave the village. Despite my anger and frustration, I do take a lot of good things with me. It was a fantastic growing experience, I have made many many good friends — some even family now — that had always been there for me. I had really good mentors and awesome co-villagers. Had those that would say “it’s dangerous to go outside alone, take this sword with you” or “here’s some healing potions” as well as the ones that were just not very helpful and difficult. The schemers, the liars and the “nobodies”.
It has been one hundred and sixty-four days and I am still sad (and a bit angry) of what happened. To this day I don’t know what happened or the reasons I was forced to leave. I am still wondering the wild-lands looking for a new village where I can bring my skills and grow within. I do wish all the best to the people that still live there and hoping things get better for them.