~*~The Past~*~

                My name is Lewej. I was born in Fyrom. My parents were great. They sent me to the best school where I learned about the gods and the world around me, so far as they knew. My teachers dealt in every aspect of life, from fighting and picking locks to music and alchemy. When I seemed almost grown up, I enjoyed being out with my friends, and could always be seen by them. I was always on my best behavior, did what my parents and elders told me. In the morning one day, my friends and I went walking in the woods. We must have walked for hours: it was getting darker. We gazed up and saw dark clouds rolling in from the west. My friend said, "We better be heading back." We all agreed and started back home. When we got to town, we said our good-byes and split up. My house was half the distance away, but it had no direct route. One must go down this street, then up this one, then around the corner and up the hill, then make a left and walk a bit. Every time we gave directions, they would get confused. Finally, I get home and open the door. "Mom, Dad, I'm home." That was strange they didn't answer me. They could not be looking for me: I have walked from dawn to dusk before. I went through the house, looking in the backyard, glancing in the kitchen, peering inside the rooms. I open their bedroom doors and...

~*~My Travels~*~

                Soon, I was traveling. I went from town to town, working here and there. I always enjoyed being in towns and different places. Ran into a few creatures I did not like and could not go up against, not to mention people. Sheesh. After 3 years of traveling, I needed a home. I started to talk to people about it. The people told me about their town and some others. None of them seemed my type. Well, I was in Gamlebyen. The people there called "Midgard." Still do not understand why. At the church, I overheard someone speaking about Athens, the life, kindness, and thrill of living there. I had to go. I went to the shipping docks and asked a sailor about it. He told me to take the  pentekontor, not the cargo ship, there even though they both lead to the same place. I thought, 'How bad could it be.' I did not want to wait 23 minutes for the  pentekontor so I took the cargo ship. I was wrong, the smell and feeling was okay – I’ve seen worse – but there was this crazy old man who thought he was the captain and a rat was his mother. It got me there. Now, here I am, in Athens Greece, living out my life until I die.