Mysterious Druid

(Oh my gosh I know this isn’t my best work but it’s something.)

Why am I here?

Airavata looked around at the, suffice it to say, odd group that she impulsively decided to join probably because she had a few drinks too many. But maybe it was better than the alternative: sitting in a bar dwelling on her past.

Her past.

Birthed from a hermit, and dumped in the nearest village. Her mother was likely not the best role model. Which is probably why Airavata wanted to become a hermit herself: to show her up.

She was taken in by a young woman and raised until the age of thirteen when Airavata left for the nearest nunnery. There she was the ideal nun, and strived for perfection every single day.

When she was twenty, the Abbot from the monastery her nunnery was under came to visit.

Airavata shuttered at the thought.

If someone gives you a bad vibe, don’t be in a room alone with them.

The Abbot was there for a scheduled inspection of the nunnery. After first inspecting the nuns, they were informed they were free to go. Except, of course, Airavata. She was told to stay behind and talk to the Abbot alone. Afraid she did something wrong, she shoved her bad feeling about the Abbot deep down and stayed.

“You are absolutely phenomenal.” The Abbot had informed her, “I’ve never heard of another nun doing so well at your young age. In fact, some would say you were doing so well in order to hide a dark sin.”

Airavata stared at him wide eyed. “No, Father! I only try my best.”

The Abbot seemed to ignore her comment. “Tell me, sister Airavata. Joining the nunnery at such a young age, you don’t have the experiences that other women do.”

Airavata failed to swallow away the lump growing in her throat. “Father, I don’t know what you mean.”

“Of course you do.”

Airavata squeezed her eyes shut. Blocking the rest of the memory before she could think about what almost happened.

Almost.

A scream.

A blast.

Silence.

Airavata had opened her eyes to see the Abbot on the other end of the room in an unpleasant and bloody state. With a gasp, she ran over and feel by his side.

“Please wake up. I’m sorry. Please wake up.” She grabbed him and shook him to no avail. She pulled away from his still body and looked down at her bloody fingers and began to weep. First staring at her red hands then staring at the dead Abbot. Dead because of her.  Scrambling up, Airavata began to run. She left the nunnery and entered the brutal rain.

I have to get out.

She ran into the woods.

I can’t be there when they find him.

She slipped and fell in the mud, pushed herself up and wiped the dirt off her face as she kept running.

Leave leave leave.

She stayed on the run until she was sure she was far enough to be able to go into town. Finding some new clothes on the outskirt of the village, she discarded her conservative attire. Feeling hungry, she went to the nearest pub to find food.

That didn’t work out like she expected.

“Hey.” Airavata turned from the bar and looked down. A Halfling stared back up at her. “You look like the naturey type. I have some stuff I think you’d like.”