Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-25146201-20131001030947/@comment-11296535-20131004015642

Malik stared in silence. He was thinking about the day in Dragonstar. No, I mustn't think about that.

Malik was walking down the street. It was a cool winter's evening; the grasshoppers were chirping. It was a peaceful and serene day in Hammerfell. He was told by his parents to make some last-minute purchases at the general store. As he was nearing the store. He heard a scream. He quickly looked to his left and saw a man drive a knife into a woman's back. Malik stepped back. Covering his mouth. He fell on top of some barrels, and watched the man perform obscene acts with the woman, who was gasping for her last breath. Then, the man turned to him. His face had a twisted smile; his knife was stained with the woman's crimson blood. Malik did the only thing he could do: he ran. He ran, through the streets and gates, for hours and hours, until he came upon the Alik'r desert. Taking one last look at his former home, he started to walk through the sand, oblivious to where it would lead him...