Berig     Created on Friday, 23 March 2007 05:12  
  borroborro  
  My name is borroborro, and I am sad to say that I have never known the true feeling of family.  You see, when I was very young, my birthmother was taken away from me. And I still to this day have not the slightest idea why this happened.  I try to go back to the moment in my mind sometimes, watching my only parent being knocked unconscious and dragged away... but it is too painful a memory to linger on for very long.
All my life I have been lonely.  Not the kind of lonely that you have no friends -- the kind of lonely that goes down to your heart, your soul... the feeling of not being able to remember your mother, and never even seeing your father.  The unbreakable and unwavering bonds people have with family, brothers, sisters, parents... this is what I long for.  I watch and I wonder; how much better off would I be with a family of my own?

Traveling is... was my passion.  With nothing but the clothes on my back I would go from town to town, Doing odd jobs for a roof over my head and food in my stomach.  I got by with the essentials. This passion ended when I came across a town called Kugnae. The landscape intrigued me.  The people intrigued me...
I wanted to know more about the history of the place; I wanted to get to know the people.  I would talk to anyone that would listen to me.  They would tell me their stories, and I in turn would tell them about my travels.  I slowly started to make friends with a group of people that called themselves Oceana, children of the tides.  Eventually I joined them.  My dream of settling down and starting a new life was coming together.

But it was all taken away from me when I had to leave Kugnae and return to the land I had used to call home. I had received a letter from an anonymous sender that had said my mother had been found, rescued from an illegal slave camp.  When the long trek was over, I met my mother.  Grasping on to the last strands of life she had.  She could no longer speak, her voice swept away suddenly according to caregivers.  But it didn't matter... I could read it in her bright green eyes.  She was sorry.  Sorry it had to end this way. -- I spent all day by her side, knowing that this would probably be one of her last days alive. And it was.

We buried her body the next morning.

When I returned to the Oceana, after a full year of giving what I could to the little village that had saved my mother from eternal slavery.  I was dreary, tired, and still lonely... The clan halls were different.  There were many new faces; so many in fact that there was only a select few that I could actually say that I knew. One night while wandering through the clan halls I saw her, Artic. The one I remembered from my early years as an Oceanite, the one I had idolized and looked up to silently but relentlessly. I made a promise to myself that I would get to know her, and maybe, just maybe one day settle down from all the traveling and get married.  Well, we hunted together... we talked about the good old days, and we started to grow fonder of each other. Eventually I worked up the courage to ask her hand in marriage.

It did take a few days... since I was so shy and scared to ask her at first... but I eventually asked her.
 
It was a great day in Kugnae.
 
We had a small quiet wedding in the chapel, nothing fancy. Both of us wanted it that way. And ever since, I have been happy, I had finally found my soul mate.
 
At last, I was no longer dreary, tired, or lonely.



The title of Mizu means a lot to me, I admit it.  I know I have already been accepted as on of the family. And I know I love Artic dearly. Grant me the one thing I have been missing all my life, a TRUE family to call my own, to belong to, to love and care for...

As we part, I tell you the reader sincerely; thank you.



             -borroborro