Forest

My first memories are waking up cold and alone in the woods. It was a rainy night, and the evergreen trees offered little shelter to me. I remember crying and screaming for help... but no one came. I thought I would die out there. That's when I saw the image of a vibrant pink dragon in the sky, some distance to the north. With nowhere else to go, I stumbled weakly towards them. I didn't make it the whole way. I collapsed.

The next thing I remember is the lair I now live in. I was in a room full of books and scrolls, and a hooded figure was tending to wounds I didn't even know I had. Others came in and out, but said nothing, save the same question.

"Who are you?" "Who are you?" "WHO ARE YOU?"

I don't know, okay?! I don't know. I still don't know. They gave me the name "Forest", as a marker of where they found me. I'm being trained, now, as an aerial fighter, but I hate it. I didn't choose this. I don't belong here. I just want to belong.

I need to find him. The one I saw, the pink one with the four arms. I have to know who he is, and why I saw him.

I need to find the Arcanist.

By: @Keldi