I must have been ignoring the scenery as we walked, because we had stopped in an area that had appeared to have withstood the flames of one thousand dragons. This is when he presented me with this Contract. It appeared seemingly out of nowhere, as if by magic, and unfurled itself before me. As my eyes began to examine at the document that levitated before my eyes, the man spoke from behind the veil of the parchment.
“This Contract,” he stipulated in his modulated, Kharidian-accented voice. “Read it in full. Understand it. Digest it. And then sign here.* His tone had an ominous air. It was as if he was warning me about something.
As I read the Contract, it became crystal clear to me exactly what he was warning me about. I was signing my life away to this Organization. I was hesitant at first. Was all of the money I would ever need and all of the vices I would ever have access to worth signing away my life over? There were so many terms and conditions, so many rules and provisions. I would have to push myself to my limits as an individual, work harder than I had ever worked in all of my years, and call into question my own moral code.
But what was the alternative? Spending the rest of my life on the streets, or performing menial labor until I became too old to walk? Getting caught up with law enforcement again because I had to resort to pickpocketing to put food in my mouth? It was not worth it. I remembered a saying my mother had told me as a child as I penned my signature on the Contract. “One’s destiny is determined by only two things: The opportunities one decides to take advantage of, and the opportunities that one fails to take advantage of.”
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"Aim high, and you can achieve anything." -Elfman