Abandoned Papers [Continued]

How and when we arrived at Randol remains a blur in my mind and once again, reader, I hope you are not too angered by the lack of detail. But, I do know that it took us the better part of a year to acquire the gold needed to get there. (Being two, lost, penniless children in the middle of nowhere; I'm surprised it didn't take us longer.)

Our first years in Randol were tough, for we lived in the slums of the city, the part that everyone turns away from. We worked small, odd jobs, making just enough gold to live on. When I had reached thirteen years of age, I began to crave more from life. I wanted excitement. I wanted wealth.

It was then that my life began to take a drastic turn. It was then that I discovered my dark side. My lust for gold and eventually, blood began to rise, twisting me into a different being, almost demonic in a way. My noble past and gruesome adolescence fused together, turning me into one that was to be respected and feared. Do I regret a minute of it? No.

I began to observe the alley cats, mimicking their graceful, predatory movements. My long legs and arms were naturally flexible, and, in time I could move as they did.

After a time, I observed the thieves and pickpockets, mimicking their movements, speech patterns, mannerisms, and eventually, their craft. Oh yes, I was quite the little thief. If I wanted something, I took it. I loved the rush, the thrill, the dangers of being caught. Even now, (although I'll only speak of this to a rare few that I deem worthy) I take from others to better my own life. I've no shame, no remorse, and no guilt.

Sov had also began to embrace his darker side. His anger, fueled by his natural, immense strength was a frightening sight to behold. I've seen some of the most respected and powerful street gangs humbled by his and his strength alone. When in one of his frequent drunken rages, an entire tavern could be turned upside down and inside out.

Although young, we gathered a following in the slums of Randol. I wouldn't call it a gang. There was no organization, no rules, no symbols, and no territory we claimed as our own. It was more of a network of those that knew they were no match for us; a true example of the phrase "If you can't beat 'em; join 'em."

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