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...after all, how could one blind boy change the world?
Hesitantly, Rory opened his eyes. When the world around him remained black, he sighed, but whether it was one of relief, he did not know.
He stood with a practiced ease, having learned to do simple things without the help of another person. He did, however, keep one hand in front of him as he searched the ground for his walking stick, and when he found it, walked quietly out of the door, the stick pointed at a slight angle in front of him. Following the noise, he made his way to the front room of the house, where everyone was gathered. The room came to a quiet as the thumping of his walking stick was heard, and once he stopped, he was certain each of his family members was looking at him.
"Rory?" His mother questioned, and Rory turned in the direction of her voice. With a struggle, he opened his eyes enough for her to see them, the white irises with black rings around the outside, which was his silent signal. A sigh reverberated around the room, and Rory took a place on the nearest seat. Oliver set him up a plate full of deer's meat, and he ate until he felt his stomach would burst. Then, he stood. "What are you planning on doing today, Rory?" His father asked, to which Rory smiled. Without answering, he went back to his small, empty room, and redressed in different cloths. Seeing as his wardrobe was compiled of only black and dark brown pants and different colored tunics, he didn't have trouble or any worries about matching.
He explained to his brother that he was going to the center of town, since his mother was nowhere around. He also declined the offer that Oliver go with him. Satisfied that someone knew of his whereabouts, he set out in a direction he guessed was mostly south.
After about a mile and a half of walking, he heard the bustling of commoners as they rushed to and fro, in and out of the diner, the bar, and various tents, and redirected himself to the fountains. He sat directly to the left of his good friend, Armen, with whom he exchanged a pile of coins for a pearl necklace that he had felt weeks before. With enough time, he had gathered enough to buy it for his mother. As the exchange ended, he smiled. He'd finally get to pay her back for everything she'd done for him.