A is for Amberwyne

I used to know who I was. Beloved student of a powerful sorceress. Eager to serve. Eager to learn.

A taste of her jealousy and anger directed at an artist whom I did no more than smile at drew me away.

Her curses pursued me, lying in wait upon a journey I felt compelled to take.

I was compelled. Compelled by my creator. Compelled by the dice.

For my companions and I are nothing more than the creations in a game, an opportunity to roleplay and express the passions lurking in their hearts.

I’ve tasted the passion in my creatrix’s heart. I exist, because of her.

I want to help her express this passion. I want to help her live her dreams.

Perhaps I should resent being part of her game, as Fidessa does. She’s determined to strike out at these girls who created us, particularly the Game Master who designed her.

I feel that the players are the thing, what makes us important. I want to use my connection to my player, Rhane, to help her. To save her from the curse my sorceress has put upon her dice.

She’s not the only one who can use the dice’s rolls to their advantage in this game. She’s not the only one who can reach out of our imaginary world to touch our creators.

I just hope Rhane listens when I do.