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After a false start as the granddaughter of and eve (I'm pretty terrible at early game food management)  i found myself in an unfinished stone castle, surrounded by aunts discussing my fate. i was one of a fleet of young nephews all born in the space of those first few years, and before i could speak or fend for myself one of them came to me as I sat by the fire, enjoying the warmth as my mother worked in the garden.
"your grandmother would be ashamed" she said to me, and watched gleefully as I cried out for my mother. She came running and scooped me up, carrying me away from my menacing aunt.
My second encounter with her was a few years later, when my cousins and I were just old enough to start exploring the castle. she followed me to a secluded room, full of storage and separate from the bustling kitchen where the others were working.
"if your grandmother were still around, you'd be dead."
she presented a knife, and i ran for my life, fleeing back to the safety of my mother and my other, more welcoming aunts. no one listened to my panicked cries, but when a second, then a third little boy shouted of the aunt that wanted them dead she fled into the wilderness before the other adults could act.
The constant threat to my young life removed, i set to work, endeavoring to improve the gardens by caring for the sheep, then overseeing a crop of carrots, and finally smithing a set of new hoes. my debt to the community repaid, as I reached middle age i set out to learn how to complete the grand castle, seeking the tools and materials to build up the walls one by one.
painstakingly i brought the heavy stones across the great distance required to lay them on the foundation, watching as my cousins raised the next generation of excitable young people, listening in as I slowly carried the great stones to their final resting places, enjoying the life my ancestors had built for me as the world slowly faded to white.
My grand clothes and the pack my mother had made me were gone, our castle, gone, everyone I had ever known, gone. all the work i had dedicated to finishing my ancestral castle had been wasted, and I was alone.
I struggled for survival, scouring the wilderness for anything I could eat, wondering what my family had done to deserve such wrath. Then from the bushes emerged my cousin, my companion from boyhood, Rice. We had survived our wrathful aunt, and together we would survive the harsh wilderness we had been thrown into.
We traveled for awhile, searching for any other survivors, and eventuality found a suitable place to settle. Rice set to work building up the fire, and an oven as I continued to forage for materials. He began a small garden, and I set to work collecting stones to build a well. My back bent with the weight of the stones I collected, my bones growing weary. I knew I was too weak to survive the last trip, so I waited, hoping my cousin would return before my time came.
he did, but allas he has been gored by one of the ferocious wild boar that lived in the surrounding swampland. we said our farewells, promising to find each other in whatever life may come next, and we waited for the end. He went before me, and never saw his bushes, so carefully tended come to fruition.
in a few moments, it was all over, our legacy turned to dust in the wake of time.

Marius Sunn
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Rice Sunn
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