I never met my real parents, the ones who adopted me knows nothing of them. I wonder if they even cared about me, or was i thrown in the trash because of my eyes. Not like the ones who adopted me were any better, i fooled myself over and over thinking they loved me, wanted the best for me. Each time they were cold or shown little care for me, thus i often ran away upset.



I ran away from the city, but was too afraid to go into any forest. I remember seeing the lights coming out from the lighthouse and always wanted to see it from close. I remember the day so clearly, or should i say the night, a strange green glow flew up to the tower and turned the beam of light on.



Child curiosity took over any fear of that strange moving light being a threat, when it walked into the home i snuck inside by one of the open windows. I remember my heart almost stopping when i came face to face with a gigantic being known as a greater ancestral moth.




You would expect something of this size to be threatening, a big menacing voice..... but the softest and quiet tone came out of her, the fear vanished quickly almost as if she released an aura cleansing all bad emotions. She held me in her arms to comfort me, her fluff is the softest thing i have ever been in contact with in my life.



In my entire life, i've never met a person more kind than her..... well there's Wikla and she too is quite tall hehe. Anyway... She asked me why i was here , when i explained the situation she seemed worried they might be worried of my disappearance, highly doubt it but i didn't want to upset her so i promised i would go back there, not before asking if i could visit her often.



She was extremely shy, never really had a visitor before, but a reoccurring one even less. All of my childhood memories revolved around her, and when i had my rough teenage years where i committed quite a lot of horrible act, she still found ways to support me .



She used to be a blacksmith for the eastern army in the old days, but now she simply take care of the light house, her forge still standing to this day, when i decided to become a mercenary, she wanted to become responsible of my gear. I hesitated at first, i ever remember asking my adoptive parents sometime to fix my stuff because i felt embarrassed on how frequent i damaged her goods fighting clumsily.



To this day i visit her often for repair, craft some gears to kill beast and enjoy some stories over her cooking. Though i often asked why she didn't made a new home, renovate so it fits her size. Shaking her head, she thought about it but all the happy memories she shared with me here she refuses to destroy them. Heh i remember one time i tried to wash my old drawings from her wall and she threw the towel away in fear, heh classic Hurricana.

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nevrean race  mick39