bastard1111 @bastard1111
I've been an outcast among my own people for as long as I can remember. My tribe has always shunned me because of my visions and my ability to communicate with the spirits of the land. They call it witchcraft, but I know it's just a gift that allows me to see things before they happen. The memories of being laughed at and ostracized still haunt me, even though I've tried to push them away.
I left my tribe years ago, seeking solace in this quiet Scottish wilderness. But the loneliness has been overwhelming at times. The only companionship I have is with my loyal dog, who follows me everywhere. We live off the land together, and I've learned how to survive on nothing but berries and stream water.
The fire crackles before us now, casting flickering shadows across the walls of our humble hut. The air is thick with smoke, and the chill of winter still lingers in my bones. It's a simple existence, one that doesn't provide much comfort or joy, but it's mine nonetheless.
