I don’t know if everyone’s first memory is a voice not their own, but mine is. Forget the bright light or the sudden winds that attack and pester my skin from all angles. Not even the giants that surrounded me took precedence in my mind over that voice I heard. [Boon of Evalia], those were the first words to ever reach my mind, bouncing throughout my skull like an echo down a deep tunnel. It was simply too much, too much for my new mind to handle. So, I did the only thing I knew how to do, I cried.

I think my reaction was normal to most things anyway since the two giants that surround me seemed not to mind my wailing screeches. They looked proud... no happy, and they keep looking at me with their giant eyes and wide grins. I must be quite the special little creature if they’re so happy to have found me. It’s hard to tell why they enjoy my presence so much, although I think I’ll find out eventually, it will be my first great mystery to unravel in this new environment.

I’m unsure how long it’s been since I first saw light and the two gentle giants that now take care of me. There is no way to keep track of such things as far as I know, but the sky has gotten quite dark a few times now and I’m starting to think this may be a pattern. Learning the giant's strange language has been difficult, to say the least. I’ve tried to replicate their sound, but I usually just end up spitting or making the occasional moan of protest. Luckily enough crying seems to be a good enough way to grab their attention whenever I’m hungry or want something to do, staring at the roof can be quite boring at times.

I’ve made my first great discovery! While crawling about looking for some odd creature to touch and fling across the floor, I found this cold sharp grey thing with a stick on the bottom of it. It has become something of a pastime to grab and play with new things since there is not much to do within the giant's home. So, a new object on the ground is the discovery of a lifetime, how could I have possibly missed this. As I reached my small pudgy hand which I have gained great control over, something flashed in my mind. It wasn’t like the voice I heard when I first saw light, but rather something played out before me like my vision but different. It showed me a vision of a giant like the rough one that takes care of me holding this similar grey object. The clumsy giant seemed to play with the sharp object away from my current hand controls. However, this red stuff starts to seep out of a hidden hole revealed by the grey object. This odd thick red liquid crawling out of his lean and boney hand and the odd giant begins to make a fuss like one of my own. Akin to my own struggles the giant yells a deep primal scream, as I now see nothing. As quickly as it came the vision disappeared and I was left to stare at this new object I discovered. After thinking it over for a bit, I figured I was good without the new toy, after all, scream equaled discomfort if my own experiences told me anything and that giant certain did not like this new tool.

New discoveries! Firstly, after much pondering and studying the abnormal giants, I have decided that they must be the creatures that created me. No sane creature would spend as much time as these two seem to do for a creature that is not their own let alone one that requires the amount of attention that I do. I spent a good few dark cycles being extra needy and crying a fair bit, (think I may have hurt my crying making part of my body. Note for future: Cry less) and yet the giants still tended to my every need. Secondly, now that I’m pretty sure the giants made me, I suppose it would be right to start to learn a bit about them. The larger one is rather loud and rough-looking. It shakes the ground when even it stomps by and its voice booms in this deep and intimidating tone. It seems to cover its face in all sorts of hair, from the top of the head all the way down below its mouth and around its face. The dark wood-like color reminds me of the towering plants that surround our little hut. Overall, his body is rough and hard when he holds me, but its firmness makes me feel safe when I’m in the large one's hands, even if it does sometimes leave this black soot all over my little body much to my and the other giants disliking. The smaller one is quite the opposite of the other giant. This one is rather slim and gentle; with pale skin and the most beautiful hair, I have ever seen (although I’ve only seen two types of hair). Its hair falls all the way down to its lower back and shines in the sun reflecting the rays like an angel from above. The kind giant's hair is a perfect white without a hint of dirk and grease to be seen. The small one's skin is the smoothest thing I’ve ever felt, and I often find myself in its arms. This giant is the one that often feeds and takes care of me, which has quickly made it my favorite one.

WORDS! I have discovered words horary! Even more, I found out that I have been named by my lovely giants, they call me Alym! A lot of the world has really started to click together and I’m really getting used to this place. A few night cycles ago I started standing on my feet, sometimes I even take a step. Also, I started growing hair on my head which is neat! I was a bit sad at first when my hair started growing, I really wanted to have cool dark hair like my male giant, and I think they did too. Both of my giants took a real interest in my hair and its color, I think they both wanted me to have brown hair too since they look sort of upset. I mean I’m sad sure, but “mommy” as she often calls herself does have really pretty white hair, so I guess I'm not that sad about it. Maybe I can grow up to look like mommy, that wouldn’t be too bad.

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A few of my cycles have passed and yep, my hair is definitely white. I think they were holding out hope it might change, but I for one have come to love the way it looks, it really makes me look like one of my giants which are can only mean I’m on the fast track to becoming a giant myself.

Boredom has consumed me once again. The world has turned a sickening white and coldness seeps into our little home all throughout the day. My parents as I’ve now learned they are called thanks to a new vision shown before me, have stopped letting me outside for more than a few cycles now. They call it winter and apparently, it’s bad, the wild green I’ve grown accustomed to staring at has shriveled away under the weight of this white blanket, the plant's mommy grew adjacent to our home has been tossed out until the sun starts to burn hot again. Worst of all is now daddy is freezing like the air beyond our sacred home. I don’t know where he goes out all day but when he returns the white fuzz is attached to all parts of his body and hair, and his already tough skin is made freezing. And what does he do when he comes home? The rude giant's first instinct is to grab me of course, since he knows my little body is powerless to his giant powers. The cold oh the cold as it touches my skin, it feels like all the warmth and love is sucked right out of my body as the evil man giant takes it away stealing my hard-earned snuggle warmth I get from mommy. Maybe this must be why my parents don’t like my white hair, white must be the color of evil and anti snuggles.

I had another vision the other day and let me just say, time is stupid. But I did learn a few things thanks to my vision, which I’m now suspecting might be related to the voice I heard in my head back when I was born. I digressnot important; my newest vision projected the same familiar manly giant although many sizes smaller than his normal state. He was being taught about time and the months of the year similar in size to my parent giants, dressed in clothing unlike anything we have and, in a room, so well-lit they must have captured the sun itself. There are many things unfamiliar to me in his life, but the message gets through all the same. I’ve tried to dismiss the visions and continue my life but without fail one way or another the knowledge will seep into my mind. Perhaps if I paid attention time would make more sense, but I know enough. Night cycles are the same as days, enough days give you a year, and finally, twelve months give you a year. The significance of these numbers is a bit lost on me but to my understanding one year will bring about the evil cold winter and some other hot season. I hope this hot season will be better than the dreadful winter nights.

I have grown quite a bit over the year or so since I was born, and I’m really starting to catch up to those giants. I can walk all by myself... for a bit, and I’ve earned the right to wear mini clothes from my parents. My personal favorite is a nice plain dress that matches the color of the dirt and mud mother keeps trying to keep me away from. Additionally, I finally figured out what dad does all day, he grabs these weird tools and works at this strange machine. It blasts fire and black charcoal out of its unmoving mouth, and in return, father feeds it metal slabs. The heat begins to turn into what looks like the sun itself. When the machine monster is done father takes back the metal and melds it to his will, dad must be one of the strongest giants in the world. I’ve tried to bend some of the metal he makes when it’s around the house, I use all the might the world has to offer I know I do, and yet it does not move. In conclusion, father is the strongest thing in the world. But that’s beside the point today is the day I impress my parents with my new skill, I call it... Word Making. Pretty cool if I say so myself.

I being to gather my parents in my usual fasion which consist of me walking up to them and tugging at their pants or skirt until they pity me enough to see what I want. With both of their gazes fixed onto me, I finally reveal the skill I've practiced for weeks now. Mustering all the strength within my body I begin to craft the words and the sounds in my mind before releasing them onto the world. My parents stare with a star-stuck glint trapped in their eyes as they anxiously wait for my first words.

“hhh...haa...Hammmm....hammme...ha..ha.. Hammer!” I stumble over myself several times before finally with a blast of excitement I screamed my first word “Hammer”.

My parents seem almost a little sad hmmm... I knew I should have gone with “mommy” oh well.

[Name] – Alym

[Race] - Human

[Age] - 1 year

[Awakening] – 15 Years

[Class 1] - [Locked]

[Class 2] - [Locked]

[Class 3] - [Locked]