Heros, fighting to bring peace against an evil force who seek destruction or world domination, sounds thrilling right? Well it aint believe me, these kind of books led to so much pain an misery all around the world. Maybe you think i am making this up?


Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Faarth but had to change it to scarecrow due to 2 main reason, one people kept calling me fart and 2 because thats a nickname my name used to call me. When i was a child i lived with my mother's house, my dad was gone before my birth and left no trace of his location and my mom is a witch. She was a nice witch the people of my town told me, but the day bandits raided the town she was nowhere to be seen, all that she has left is her hat that i kept and wear it every time.


Sadly i do not remember what she looked like, but i do remember her telling me to never read those crappy books about how cool being a hero was, said it was the reason war was still going. She was not wrong, many people of our town were inspired by these books, thought they were hot stuff that could take the entire world by themselves. One day a group of them went to a bandit camp and attempted to slaughter them all in the name of justice..

Needless to say they failed in doing so, the worst part is that afterward the bandits tracked where these wannabe heroes came from and located our town. They killed most of the townfolks, i managed to hide somewhere they did not search, my mother was gone before the raid began as if she knew it would happen.... or maybe something else happened i dont know but... seems she didnt cared enough to bring me along.



Once the raid was over and the bandits walked away, the survivor regrouped to asign task to everyone, since i was young and knew nothing about rebuilding houses they put me on the task to dig graves to bury those who were killed. I had to bury my own people, did it affect me mentally after all these years? Not at all, i am living a quiet and happy life. I am telling this due to the fact that many people would have seized this opportunity to seek revenge or just become mentally insane.


a long time ago a strange lady came to our village, said her name was Varrendel, only spoke to me though for some reason. We had a nice chat then suddenly offered me a magic pendant, saying it was a gift from my mother. When i asked her where my mom was, she did not answer, when i repeated she simply smiled and changed subject. I dont know why she was her but she said she wanted to teach me the ways of alchemy.


My life as a grave digger was of a boring one so i did not protest against it, its so strange, this lady was so nice to me. Usually people only come to me with a corpse to dig and thats it, no one really wanted to do more interaction than that to me.


After a few year i mastered the art of alchemy, miss Varrendel congratulated me and gave me as a parting gift 4 enchanted crow who would become my protector and they would fetch the ingredients i would require. I still have no clue why she did all of that but i made a doll of her so i would never forget her, in front of her i left my mother's pendant, in case my mom would come visit me and i would forgot the person who gave it to me.


She was not the only one who had interest in me, a warrior named Shizame would also visit me often. I met him one day, he worked as a mercenary and was hired by the townsfolk to hunt down the bandits who attacked us. He came back injured but victorious in his contract, since i knew how to brew potion that could heal injuries i took care of him. At first i was insulted that a mercenary set foot in my house, its people like him who makes the world a living hell.


He was arrogant, full of himself and did not even thank me after he was all patched up. I was glad he left and never came back, that was until the day i found him depressed in our town cemetary. When he saw me he stood up and gave me a large bag of coins, telling me its all worthless to him anyway. Said he would end it all, its true he was a real bastard back then but i am not one who holds gudges and i cant ignore people who needs help.


The odd thing when i found him that day was that strange collar around his neck and those black lines on his body. His eyes were black as the abyss and the only good part about all of this was that he acted like a gentlemen this time. I gave him a purpose, he was aiding those in need in town and sometime i gave him some task to do.


Did not expect him one day to come back from a job i gave him with a heart pendant, i asked him what it was for and he just acted weird and barely any comprehensible words came out of his mouth. I told him to calm down and just take a deep breath, it was obvious what he was about to say. Im a fool prehaps, to fall in love with someone i despised the first time, prevented from killing himself the second time and treated him like my servant for the third time.


Its not that bad really, he goes all around the land fighting corruption and demons invading lands and often visit asking me for some advice or potion for something, I may not be with him in his journey but our path always cross again in the end... Too bad my crows are over protective and attempted to peck his eyes out the first time we kissed, oh well, they'll accept him eventually.

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Reference of Varrendel and the doll which is  eifle79 character. i apologize for posting rarely lately, i have been quite busy with drama and such.