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River Kryze
Aloy Vizsla
Whatever happened here, it was now over and the pain felt like too much for the young boy. Tears continued to run down his furry face, the crying began to be a more quite and sad sob. Truz had no one left now, it was like the adolescent had been burned alive as well. But life would continue, turning around this metal being began to walk carefully towards the disenfranchised being. Who was she and what did she want? The fuzzy and confused mind began to clear, after the she towered over the scared child. When the shade hit the young hunter he thought he was a goner, but then something different happened. Something that would change his life forever, she put her hand out as to help the kneeled being up. There was no future here, being an orphan in a planet that requires one to survive off the land without any combat training leaves no good future. The village will likely banish the orphan as well due to the perception that Truz could be cursed and a bad omen due to his fathers death.
There was no other path, this was destiny and this was indeed his only chance of survival. Taking the hand of the mandalorian, the little fuzzball would hug the boot of Aloy. Still crying and looking for comfort, "Pola nim-nee with ,toma x'iutha toto alone. (Please take me with you, I am alone.)". With the village leaving him behind and unknowingly to the little Ewok, his future mother offering him a new life. She was now family, and with everything effort he would do his best to learn from her. In the eyes of the ewok she was saving his life by taking him in, and also risking his superstitious belief that he was a bad omen. Gratitude filled the pained heart of the youthful being, and loyalty. If a stranger had enough in her heart to help him, then he would have enough in his heart to treat her with respect.
While this fable began with sadness and loss, the awesome life of a foundling awaited. The journey from confused and curious kid , to a mandalorian had begun. Life was always chaos , many in the galaxy have come to realize that the galaxy worked this way. A son may lose and grieve a father only to be claimed by a mother. Every great tale of some unknown nobody like Truz usually began this way, but in order to become great. Greatness always offered itself to those who would take such an opportunity even in weakness. While the furry midget did not know how to fight, he had a work ethic and a curious mind. His choices will decide how he can best survive and learn from his new parent.
Hopefully he can adjust to this new life, and learn quickly. Otherwise his luck may just run out, and this sad beginning to a new tale may end poorly.
River Kryze
Aloy Vizsla
Whatever happened here, it was now over and the pain felt like too much for the young boy. Tears continued to run down his furry face, the crying began to be a more quite and sad sob. Truz had no one left now, it was like the adolescent had been burned alive as well. But life would continue, turning around this metal being began to walk carefully towards the disenfranchised being. Who was she and what did she want? The fuzzy and confused mind began to clear, after the she towered over the scared child. When the shade hit the young hunter he thought he was a goner, but then something different happened. Something that would change his life forever, she put her hand out as to help the kneeled being up. There was no future here, being an orphan in a planet that requires one to survive off the land without any combat training leaves no good future. The village will likely banish the orphan as well due to the perception that Truz could be cursed and a bad omen due to his fathers death.
There was no other path, this was destiny and this was indeed his only chance of survival. Taking the hand of the mandalorian, the little fuzzball would hug the boot of Aloy. Still crying and looking for comfort, "Pola nim-nee with ,toma x'iutha toto alone. (Please take me with you, I am alone.)". With the village leaving him behind and unknowingly to the little Ewok, his future mother offering him a new life. She was now family, and with everything effort he would do his best to learn from her. In the eyes of the ewok she was saving his life by taking him in, and also risking his superstitious belief that he was a bad omen. Gratitude filled the pained heart of the youthful being, and loyalty. If a stranger had enough in her heart to help him, then he would have enough in his heart to treat her with respect.
While this fable began with sadness and loss, the awesome life of a foundling awaited. The journey from confused and curious kid , to a mandalorian had begun. Life was always chaos , many in the galaxy have come to realize that the galaxy worked this way. A son may lose and grieve a father only to be claimed by a mother. Every great tale of some unknown nobody like Truz usually began this way, but in order to become great. Greatness always offered itself to those who would take such an opportunity even in weakness. While the furry midget did not know how to fight, he had a work ethic and a curious mind. His choices will decide how he can best survive and learn from his new parent.
Hopefully he can adjust to this new life, and learn quickly. Otherwise his luck may just run out, and this sad beginning to a new tale may end poorly.