| Berig | Created on Monday, 16 January 2006 20:25 |
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Throughout my childhood I had many questions, just like any other child. The difference, however, was that I always was asking "Who am I? Where I am I from? How did I get here?" or something of the like. You see, I was not raised by my birth parents. Rather, I was not raised by any parent at all. I had been led to believe I was abandoned shortly after birth, and that a poor peasant family who was unable to have children of their own, took me in and raised me for the first few years of my life - till they could no longer afford to keep a child. My well-being was then placed in the hands of a group of scribe?s who worked in the Kingdom?s library. They taught me how to read and write, how to catalogue and keep track of many things. I was with them till I reached the age of 12, when I felt that I had outgrown that life. I packed my things, grabbed a sturdy walking stick and a thick woolen cloak and set out on a trail leading far off into the distance and never looked back. For many years I simply wandered about, often taking refuge with a villages local scribe or librarian, offering them what help I could provide for my short stay there. I learnt much during my travel, but I had few friends, as any that I made I only new for a few days, weeks at most. When I reached the age of 17, I decided it was time to settle down for awhile. Time to cease my continual wandering, I found myself in the lands of Koguryo at that time, it was here, that I found my family. When I entered the City of Kugnae, I came in through the northernmost gate. It was there, near a large tree that by mere chance alone I decided to stop and eat my lunch. In the tree I noticed a word was carved deep into the bark. Can-Nuk. It triggered something in the back of my mind, but I couldn?t place my finger on what exactly at the time and so I didn?t make much of it. I eventually became a member of the Tiger clan, after meeting a rather shady woman by the name of Kleopatra. Whom I later found out was Kleopatra Quatrenova Can-Nuk. The two of us were talking one night about my childhood, and it was during this conversation that she told me she was my mother. A million questions came to my mind, but one stood out above all. Why did she abandon me? That was when I found out that I had not been abandoned, but that shortly after my birth the village that we had lived in was raided, and I was captured and taken away. They thought I was killed. The only reason she knew I was her daughter was because of a strange marking that I have on my left shoulder, a mark that I was born with. Making that decision to stop traveling couldn?t have been made at a better time. I found my family, I found my past, where I was from, and how I got to be where I was. All those questions I had as a child that could not be answered, were answered. Thank you, [.Manitoba Provencia Can-Nuk.] |
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