My name is Felix Storm. This is my story.
Let me start at the most relevant part of my life. I will spare you the details of my orphan childhood. I won’t spend time telling you that life was hard for a kid in a kingdom that was either at war with the burning legion or closed off from the real world.
As the story goes, some of us make it out of that life to become someone great, someone significant. Some don’t. I didn’t. I made many decisions that I look back upon now and wonder what would have become of me and those around me, if I chose differently.
Those moments of reflection used to be very brief and almost never brought any emotions to the forefront. However we grow older and our reflection turn from moments to long periods of time spent in solitude.
I am now old and tired.
I now spend most of my time reflecting on what could have been. With age comes wisdom as well as many other less pleasant things, such as memory loss. I feel it already, most things are still very clear to me as if they happened yesterday, some I have forgotten. No matter how hard I try to recollect some events, people and places, I can’t do it. Being old is unsurprisingly uncomfortable.
Those events that I can recall I will write down in this memoir. The people that mattered, that affected my life will be recorded here.
Why do this? So that I don’t forget even more of what transpired during my journey to the sunset of my life.
I wonder what it will feel like having to read these stories and not have a recollection of them happening?
I was 14 when I stole my first piece of jewellery. I was even younger when I first stole food to eat. But it was the theft of the jewellery piece that felt real, I didn’t steal because I needed it, I stole it because I knew I could. I don’t remember what it was, but it was expensive. The guards did not stop looking for me for days.
I watched them try to scare street kids into giving up whoever took it. The problem was no one knew. I didn’t tell anyone, not because I didn’t want to, but because I didn’t know anyone that would have cared about me enough to listen.
My thieving life started that day. I realized I had no limits. I could take what I wanted and nothing would happen to me. I was too good. It is as if I could become invisible. The guards had no chance. As far as I knew I was the only one of my kind.
As life went on, there started to be rumors about an invisible thief, that the guards had no chance of catching. Nothing was safe. The feeling of being invincible was a thrilling one. Ah… my heart still remembers that rush of adrenaline in my body. The senses heightening, the tunnel vision setting in. It was something else. I called it innocent fun. Who could use all that wealth in their lifetime? Why not share it with those of us that are less fortunate? Some of the things I stole, just to prolong the rush, I would attempt to put it back right where I found it. Watching the faces of those people finding the thing right where they left it… priceless. The back of the head scratches from the guards when they would be shown to the place they examined before and presented with the missing item… exquisite.
Ah I am getting tired… I will write down more tomorrow if my strength returns. That was just the beginning, there is so much more to tell. I wonder how much time I have left…
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