Hardships2

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I come from a small town, my family and I lived a pretty decent life. Though as the years went by the townsfolk started to get more and more hostile to us. They started off throwing food and pebbles at us to chasing us out simply for me and my father being teiflings. We grabbed what we could before they set our house on fire. Dad tried to get us to safety, taking all the hits for us, but in the end. He died just before we could help him. 

Things weren't the same after that. I and mom settled down at another town, we lived there for a while. Things were fine, but we never really adjusted to our new lives. Mom started getting sick, so I had to try to support us. Whether it was by small stealing or snatching. I tried so hard, but she passed on my eighteenth birthday. I took our belongs (whatever I could carry), gave mom a proper burial (next to dad's grave), and I set off. After a while of doing what I had to, stealing, lying, and cheating my way to living a better life. One day of doing my normal routine of trying to better my skills and stealing to get my daily earnings. A man walked up to me, he extended his hand to me asking whether or not I wanted to change the path my life was going on. He had a dragon on his shoulder who looked down upon me.

He said he was a performer of a traveling group. He wanted to help me, a tiefling, I didn't know what he was getting at. But he looked like he was well off, a few days of free lodging and maybe I could steal something valuable. During the years, I was taught how to speak draconic, how to be a show person, and most importantly how to defend myself. During a show, I accidentally cast my first spell, after that, I was taught how to use my skills. But this happiness didn't last long, the man who took me in, who I saw as a father, left in the night, leaving me with a note and his dragon. So I once again set off on my way, this time a want to find him and a want for a better life. So this is what I'll do.

I come from a small town, my family and I lived a pretty decent life. Though as the years went by the townsfolk started to get more and more hostile to us. They started off throwing food and pebbles at us to chasing us out simply for me and my father being teiflings. We grabbed what we could before they set our house on fire. Dad tried to get us to safety, taking all the hits for us, but in the end. He died just before we could help him. 

Things weren't the same after that. I and mom settled down at another town, we lived there for a while. Things were fine, but we never really adjusted to our new lives. Mom started getting sick, so I had to try to support us. Whether it was by small stealing or snatching. I tried so hard, but she passed on my eighteenth birthday. I took our belongs (whatever I could carry), gave mom a proper burial (next to dad's grave), and I set off. After a while of doing what I had to, stealing, lying, and cheating my way to living a better life. One day of doing my normal routine of trying to better my skills and stealing to get my daily earnings. A man walked up to me, he extended his hand to me asking whether or not I wanted to change the path my life was going on. He had a dragon on his shoulder who looked down upon me.

He said he was a performer of a traveling group. He wanted to help me, a tiefling, I didn't know what he was getting at. But he looked like he was well off, a few days of free lodging and maybe I could steal something valuable. During the years, I was taught how to speak draconic, how to be a show person, and most importantly how to defend myself. During a show, I accidentally cast my first spell, after that, I was taught how to use my skills. But this happiness didn't last long, the man who took me in, who I saw as a father, left in the night, leaving me with a note and his dragon. So I once again set off on my way, this time a want to find him and a want for a better life. So this is what I'll do.

I come from a small town, my family and I lived a pretty decent life. Though as the years went by the townsfolk started to get more and more hostile to us. They started off throwing food and pebbles at us to chasing us out simply for me and my father being teiflings. We grabbed what we could before they set our house on fire. Dad tried to get us to safety, taking all the hits for us, but in the end. He died just before we could help him. 

Things weren't the same after that. I and mom settled down at another town, we lived there for a while. Things were fine, but we never really adjusted to our new lives. Mom started getting sick, so I had to try to support us. Whether it was by small stealing or snatching. I tried so hard, but she passed on my eighteenth birthday. I took our belongs (whatever I could carry), gave mom a proper burial (next to dad's grave), and I set off. After a while of doing what I had to, stealing, lying, and cheating my way to living a better life. One day of doing my normal routine of trying to better my skills and stealing to get my daily earnings. A man walked up to me, he extended his hand to me asking whether or not I wanted to change the path my life was going on. He had a dragon on his shoulder who looked down upon me.

He said he was a performer of a traveling group. He wanted to help me, a tiefling, I didn't know what he was getting at. But he looked like he was well off, a few days of free lodging and maybe I could steal something valuable. During the years, I was taught how to speak draconic, how to be a show person, and most importantly how to defend myself. During a show, I accidentally cast my first spell, after that, I was taught how to use my skills. But this happiness didn't last long, the man who took me in, who I saw as a father, left in the night, leaving me with a note and his dragon. So I once again set off on my way, this time a want to find him and a want for a better life. So this is what I'll do.

I come from a small town, my family and I lived a pretty decent life. Though as the years went by the townsfolk started to get more and more hostile to us. They started off throwing food and pebbles at us to chasing us out simply for me and my father being teiflings. We grabbed what we could before they set our house on fire. Dad tried to get us to safety, taking all the hits for us, but in the end. He died just before we could help him. 

Things weren't the same after that. I and mom settled down at another town, we lived there for a while. Things were fine, but we never really adjusted to our new lives. Mom started getting sick, so I had to try to support us. Whether it was by small stealing or snatching. I tried so hard, but she passed on my eighteenth birthday. I took our belongs (whatever I could carry), gave mom a proper burial (next to dad's grave), and I set off. After a while of doing what I had to, stealing, lying, and cheating my way to living a better life. One day of doing my normal routine of trying to better my skills and stealing to get my daily earnings. A man walked up to me, he extended his hand to me asking whether or not I wanted to change the path my life was going on. He had a dragon on his shoulder who looked down upon me.

He said he was a performer of a traveling group. He wanted to help me, a tiefling, I didn't know what he was getting at. But he looked like he was well off, a few days of free lodging and maybe I could steal something valuable. During the years, I was taught how to speak draconic, how to be a show person, and most importantly how to defend myself. During a show, I accidentally cast my first spell, after that, I was taught how to use my skills. But this happiness didn't last long, the man who took me in, who I saw as a father, left in the night, leaving me with a note and his dragon. So I once again set off on my way, this time a want to find him and a want for a better life. So this is what I'll do.