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The anniversary of when I escaped the village six years ago is coming up... It feels like an eternity ago. You want to hear about it? Well, alright, I suppose. I shall have to go a long way back, and it may not be an enjoyable story to tell. My name is Miros, called a bad omen since birth, twenty-one years ago.

It was supposed to be a joyous occasion, even my mother was happy. She was a beautiful anthro orange tabby, with more than a few suitors, (some even after she was mated to my father,) for a while, she had not been able to bring her mate a male kitten, only two female, my once sisters, until she finally had my elder brother, Rynx. He inherited his mother's great looks, and was widely popular. After this time my father died in a small skirmish with some kobolds who tried to raid the village, rescuing my already pregnant mother. She took ill in her sadness, and most feared she would fade away. But then she gave birth to me.

Our village tradition, gotten from forgotten times ago, states simply that a black-furred child means evil times to come. Somewhere along the line someone translated that into killing any babe with black fur, no matter how small of an amount. My fur was almost entirely black, except for a small white cresent to the bottom right of my right eye. I was lucky in that the village elder, (who wasn't actually that old, he was only thirty-eight) was... well, shall we say quite interested in breeding, and hoped my mother would bear him a son, like Rynx, who was now nine years old. Because of that, he was able to prevent the wisewoman who delivered me from giving the news, and instead claimed the child was dead from birth. The wisewoman warned that whether or not I was killed the evil would come. She predicted at least a decade beforehand, but told the elder he should warn anyone he could. He and my mother both knew that if I was discovered, I would be brutally killed, and my mother would -for safety- be no longer allowed to breed, so she hid me in the dark chamber underneath our large hut, where I grew up for the next ten years, and the elder kept the matter quiet.

Slowly, while taking care of her children my mother recovered from her illness, at which point the elder resumed his advances, still hoping for a proper son, despite me. My mother was forced to accept, as the village elder could reveal her secret at any time, which lead to the birth of Haith, my half brother. When she could, she taught either my siblings or me, teaching me how to eventually survive on my own. It all went wonderful, until the day I became fifteen.

The decade passed quietly, and the elder seemed satisfied that the omen was false. People came from another village, and, as was the custom, they were welcomed with a feast. My mother had moved herself and my siblings to the elder's hut, and brought me to the underground chamber of his house during the cover of night. The feast was to be held in the elder's home, the only one large enough to fit everyone who would come. Over ten years of having to be cooped up had made me restless, and I tended to wander in the underground chambers, one of which he kept his wine, and other liquors in. The day of the feast arrives, and all the upper rooms were packed. The wine ran out quickly, and my mother was sent to get more from the underground room. She found me there, unaware of the feast, and quickly warned me of the party, and told me to hide. I started to obey, but saw movement in the doorframe. One of the now drunken guests had followed my mother, likely hoping to make advances of his own, but came across the dark secret. "A-a-a black fur..." He whispered, then took off running, shouting. My mother's and my expressions met, her helpless gaze matching mine, before lowering into resolve. I can still hear her voice now, telling me, ordering me, saying, "Run, Miros. We knew this day would come. Leave the village, and make your own way. Run!" And so I ran. I escaped through one of the staircases, - I was quite grateful to the elder for having such a large hut - then jumped out a window before anyone discovered me. Escaping the village was fairly simple, but after that turned out to be harder.

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