Sunday, August 23, 2015
Mara Hornraven Leaves Drogsheim
I can't believe I am finally leaving Drogsheim. It's been eight years since I left home: the Hornraven castle, a place tainted with miserable childhood memories. I had always hated that place, but his death was the last straw. Correction: his murder. I bent down to inspect a patch of clover, deeming it safe to consume. I've become fairly familiar with the flora and fauna of the Drogsheim countryside, but I feel completely unprepared for what awaits me past these borders.
I thought of Reed now, my halfling childhood companion turned lover. Sometimes I think he's the reason I turned out like I did, so very different from my hateful, greedy parents. Reed always saw the good in people, was generous and kind to all, and did not deserve his fate. Born strong of mind and body (both an advantage and a vice), I could endure their treatment for years to come. But when my parents carelessly ordered Reed to be killed after he spilled wine while serving the ruler of a neighboring kingdom, something inside me snapped.
And so I committed myself to the training of a paladin. I rejected my birthright (although, as my parents often reminded me, I would never rule before my child brother) and threw away my feminine garments.
I have hope that beyond these borders, somewhere, was the key to rescuing this kingdom from the rule of my parents and bringing back justice to this land. I looked back towards the direction of the Hornraven castle, grimaced, and then trudged forward into the unknown.
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Awesome. Can't wait to meet her.
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