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< Kaltra's Story >


Kaltra - The lone walker Chapter 1 Part 1



Born in the outskirts of Douga in Sebiterren itself, Kaltra was in a poor family who made business by selling coats for protection against the frequent cold weather. Many had died in the past 50 years, so coats were worn by Dougans and non-Dougans alike. Kaltra was a young boy, who sneaked around picking pockets in hope for a satisfying meal everyday. He would bring home about 10 zynes, enough for one meal per family member. Zynes is the currency of Douga. Kaltra had a brother, which was lost during the war against Zonia, home to the worst enemies of Douga. His mother and father was left to protect their remaining child from danger.

It was on this day, which changed his life. After a hard day's work, Kaltra was bringing back home 15 zynes when a red crystal at a corner of the dull trash background, caught his eye. He felt something different about the crystal. He felt the power that was surrounding it. It was mesmerizing, and the strange way it was cut makes him look deep inside it, yet only so shallow on the surface.
He looked around before hastily grabbing the crystal and claiming it for his own. Slotted into a tattered pocket, he ran home faster than ever, intending to bring good news and giving his parents a better life, in return for their painful sufferings.

Upon entering his house, he rummaged his pocket and flashed a smile of great excitement. His parents looked at him, thinking that something good was going to happen. They show a worried look when Kaltra's smile turned around, his mouth partially open. Faster than before, he rummaged through his pocket, making a bigger tear in it, to find nothing was there. He lost all hope of getting rich and a better life, after scouring nearby and retracing his steps. The precious crystal was nowhere to be found. Gripped by disappointment, Kaltra bolted to a corner of his house, his head buried under his hands, forgetting all about the extra 5 zynes he found.

His parents, oblivious to the situation of the captivating crystal, comforted him by assuring him that losing zynes was alright, and that he could get it again another day. For so long, his parents never found out that he was a thief, because he kept making up jobs that he got every few weeks.

He woke up the next day feeling fresh and have already gotten over it. He was continuing his routine when a sparkle in his neighbour's house attracted his attention. It was red, he felt the power. "It must be it," he thought with a grin forming on his face.

-Skyblader

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