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Our next player on our stage was, but still is, the type to not really grasp that life is different for others. That all needs should just be automatically filled, all aspects of life are just a manner of commanding it so. The epoch of financial comfort. Now, to be fair, they were never shown any other way of life. Straight from the cradle they never knew want. To know disappointment. To not have instant gratification. One of those that don't fully grasp life is in no way equal. Basically, the hero we love to hate. But, if we truly have any empathy, we will be able to allot at least a shred for this poor misguided youth. As I alluded to, this young man never knew anything but abject affluence and comfort. Well, not until he awoke to blood curdling screams, the acrid smell of smoke, and the confusing cacophony of unadulterated violence. He had no skills, no self preservation. He just sat, startled, confused. And very, very afraid. In the grip of animalistic panic, he watched, detached, as his door burst open. The silhouette in the doorway backlighted from nearby flames his poor mind couldn't perceive. It was death. The dark figure was death come to collect. Seconds stretched to minutes to years. The figure approached and slowly recognition inserted itself. Mable, or Margo, or Meredith? One of the staff. Her eyes white in panic, with her mouth moving...wait. She was screaming. His mind, finally unfreezing, could hear. He needed to leave, the people have come for his blood. His blood? Why, the people love me. >SMACK!!< He reeled. This lesser just hit him. She hit him. How dare she! But, before he could call out against this most hideous grievance there was...blood? His blood? This woman...but she had already stuffed clothing in his arms, and was pushing out the door towards the noise, and heat, and terror. But this one was strong, and forceful and out his door they went...left. Wait, left is for the lessers. The entered their door..and once closed it was silent. "Young James, you must leave or die. Down these stairs my eldest Jonathan will take you outside the town limits. This is your family seal, head North, find your kin." And she placed the ring in his hand, and half shoved him down the stairwell. Confused and unbelieving he walked down each step, his mind already locking everything away.
