Tama/History

History
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The Ghost
𝕳er existence was nonexistent. That is what she thought. She was like a ghost, wandering around the forest of Tastania. At times, followed by fairies and creatures alike as a mere company when she is lonely. At other times, she would encounter random passengers, but whatever comes next was nothing more but a regular courtesy to lead them back to a path when they are lost. Something fairly simple to do for she had been there for who knows how long. She could not even remember nor recall when exactly her existence came to exist in this world. When was she born? How long had she lived here? It seemed like everything she had been doing was a dream.

It felt rather unreal. Something was amiss, but she could never grasp a single idea of what it is, or what it was. All that was connected to her was none other than this one old, empty book she would carry everywhere. It was where she got her name, but that’s it. It did not explain her origin, it did not speak of anything other than her name. It was somehow familiar, but she could not remember how or why.

Was it some kind of anomaly? If it is, she must seek out the truth, and so, she chooses to do so. She left the forest and began her journey to find the answer to all these strange uncertainties. Who knows, she might be able to figure something out.

The Wanderer
𝕷eaving home was never easy. Then again, she has no one to say goodbye to, except the fairies and the creatures who had been staying with her for as long as she could remember. She packed her things and left the forest, moving on to the realm of civilization.

Being a ghost of the forest, she never had any sort of experience with society. Surprisingly, she handled everything just fine, as if she had done this before. She never knew how to trade, barter or even read or write, but for some odd reason, she could. For someone who never left the forest, it was rather strange is it not? Who taught her? No one did, supposedly.

Supposedly…

Then it came to her, a flashing images of a familiar figure. Perhaps a friend, or someone by far important, but she could not recall. Indeed this little journey would take her somewhere. And so, she continued…

Whatever lies ahead of her, it could either be a tragedy or just further vanity. Who knows? Leaving home was never easy, but finding something that is unknown could not be any easier.


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