My life, is not much to speak of, or even write of. Mother traveled
much, selling and bartering her wares from her wagon. Father, was a
satyr, that
simply romanced my mother, and here I am. I know not of my fathers name.
Mother
never told me much of him, aside me being a sour gift from him. Mother
let me
know this, of her disappointment in me, she didn't love me, she told me
this,
many times.
So, all I have of my father, is, well, what features I have when i
see my own reflection, for my features are not of my mothers. that is
the
closest I will come to knowing my father...is my reflection.
I did get to travel alot, mother and I never remained in one spot. I
never made
friends, I never tried. Seems in my life I could never trust
anyone, or rely on anyone, aside from myself.
Mother helped me forge the mistrust. She sent me to a local village one
day, for herbs,
when I returned, she was gone, with the wagon. The blizzard that was
bearing down on me had
covered any sign of tracks the wagon may have left. I had little energy
to even
make the attempt to follow, maybe I just didn't care. I walked that day.
I
don't know how far, or where to, I just kept walking. Must have been the
lack
of food and sleep, I eventually collapsed.
I must have slept for days. I felt,
oddly better. Like a weight had been lifted from me. I thought it was a
dream.
When i woke, there was someone there, a woman, her name was Daliana. I
just
began to cry, not knowing why. In my tears, I asked, at that moment, why
my
life had not ended, and why my punishemnt in life was to wake again. Her
smile told me. I then understood...I was not punished, I was given gift,
it
was her. Daliana breathed life into me, gave me all i had never
known...trust,
respect, adoration, and, love.
She was 5 years my elder, I was then 17. I was eager to learn all she
taught me.
She gave me tattoo one day, told me if I believed, she'd always be with
me,
and that the tattoo would help guide me. I
didn't understand then, but I do now. She was taken from me, killed,
killed
while 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, her lifeless body inside...I can still smell the
smoke.
I set out the same day, determined to find a home, to find a family. I
believe I have found a hame, here in Shallam. I believe I have found a
family
as well, The Dawnstriders. 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've
ever known.That is my life, it isn't much, but it's mine.




My happiness in Shallam was short lived, as I spent many years trying to
fit in
and I tried to work hard and make a name in the guild of Dawnstriders, I
trained in
ratted and bashed to train up. I made some friends, but, I still felt
empty. I was missing
something inside, I felt the fire in my soul extinguishing, as it was
being snuffed out by
Dawnstrider morals and rules...seems no matter how hard I tried I was
still a nobody, and
no matter what i did I never felt like part of the family.
I did meet a woman, who I learned to adore,
she is now my mother, she took care of me, and raise me and helped
educate me. She then gave me her name, I was now part of a real family.
I felt renewed some, so I then spoke to members of
other serpent guilds, trying to maybe see if another guild would better
suit me, I do believe
I have found it, in the Serpentlords, the original Serpent guild, I feel
honoured to be a part
of this guild, and this city, Hashan. I have always respected Hashan,
and the Serpentlords,
and making my decision to join the Serpentlords the right one.

I will continue my story...one day...as I hope my life's roads warrant
enough to write of.

-Ryanna Le'dominae

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Chronos, in the year 341 AF.