MC_Flaya

Nothing. That is how much I remember of my past life. Before the incident. Before I was rescued from the mind flayers' subterranean colony by intrepid adventurers.But now I have to find my place in this world. I have to figure out what to do with myself. I am human...technically. But with a white eye, limbs that are too long to be wholesome, and a chronic case of creepiness,it is hard to ignore the stares I get from other people. And I must also ignore the incessant voice in my head telling me to come back. Come back home. Come back to where I belong.It insists I complete the ceremorphosis. That it isn't too late for us.I don't want anyone else to know about this voice. But if we are still in contact with the colony, with Master Kezerath, then that means the tadpole isn't dead like we thought. It means we don't have much time left.As I travel with the adventurers who rescued me, I have to remember to not speak in "we" and "our". There is only "me". There is only "mine".And as long as my master doesn't find me, only "I" will remain.…