My life, is not much to speak of, or even to write about. Mother
traveled much, selling and bartering her wares from her wagon. My
father, was a Satyr that simply romanced my mother, and here, I am. I
know not of fathers name. Mother never told me much of him, aside of me
being a sour gift from him. Mother let me know, of her disappointment in
me, she didn't love me, she told me. So, all I have of my father, is,
well, what features I have when I see my reflection, for those features
are not mother's. That is the closest i'll ever be to either of my
parents...is my reflection.
I did get to travel alot, mother and I never remained in one spot. I
never made friends, never tried. Seems in my life I could never trust
anyone, or rely on anyone. Mother helped forge that mistrust. She sent
me to a local village one day, when I returned, she was gone, with the
wagon. The blizzard that was bearing down on me had covered the tracks,
making it impossible to find her. I had little energy to even make the
attempt, maybe I just didn't care.
I walked that day. I don't know where to, or how far I walked, I just
kept going. Must have been the lack of food and sleep, I eventually
collapsed.
I woke, I must have slept for days. I felt, oddly better. There was
someone there, a woman, her name was Daliana. I asked her in tears, at
that moment why my life hadn't ended, and why my punishment was to wake.
Her smile told me. I then understood...I was not punished, I was given a
gift, it was her. Daliana breathed life into me, gave me what i had
never known, trust, respect, love. She was ten years my elder, I was 17,
I was eager to learn everything she showed me. She gave me a tattoo one
day, told me if I believed she'd always be with me, and that it would
help guide me. I didn't understand then, but I do now. She was taken
from me, killed...she died trying to protect me. No one has ever showed
me what she has. She has made me, in the short time I had the priviledge
to know her, who I am now. And for that, I will never let her memory
die.
I burned her cottage, with her body inside. I set out, looking for a
home, looking for a new family. I can still to this day, smell the
smoke. I believe I have found a home here in Shallam. I believe I have
found a family as well, the Dawstriders. I wish to be a part of thier
family. I hope I don't let them down. I hope they accept me. Funny, hope
is all I ever had, it's all I ever known.


Penned by my hand on the 19th of Glacian, in the year 331 AF.