| Berig | Created on Tuesday, 31 January 2006 16:04 |
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~A spell is put on the parchment.You see a vision if your head of a summer day in the Nagnang Woodlands. There is a small wooden hut with wheat fields all around. There are three children. Two boys and a girl. They seem happy. The mother is smiling and the father is looking straight forward,blank faced~ Hello. My History is not one I often speak of but for this most deserving occasion I will gladly share. I was born in a hut West of Nagnang. We were a family of farmers and may I say,not rich. We often had to make our own clothing and go without eating for days at a time. It was a happy childhood for the most part untill my father passed but I will get to that in a moment. I had two siblings, A warrior and a very graceful poet. My warrior brother whom we called Scope was always serious. He never smiled nor joked. He spent all of his time training his hands in the art of war and later went off to join the Legion. My poet sister whom is named Sun is a wonderful healer. She spent hours on end mastering her magic whom she got from my mother.She grew up to follow the Hyun Moo and is now healing for the Legion beside my brother. I myself stuck out a little. I was never like my siblings. I liked to have fun. I was happy go lucky, I took after my mother whom I will get to later aswell. I was always hunting snakes down for pets or out by the river trying my hand at fishing. As I grew a it older I began to admire my father and looked up to him more than I have looked up to anyone in my life. My parents loved each other so much. It was inspiring how so.Which makes my story sad to some extent. It was a winter morning I remember it clearly. It had been cold oddly cold and my father woke up caughing. He couldn't get out of bed. My mother never left his side. Later that day he passed. In my mothers arms. Before he died he had taken up a hobby. He did some research about the Merchant Guild in the Kingdom of Koguryo. He opened up a small hide tanning shop in the lower portion of the Woodlands. His dreams were to make it rich, get us out of the country and join the guild. Needless to say his dream was never fufilled.When he was in the study of our small house I would lay on the floor by the fire and attemp to read the books my father had collected from the trash piles outside the city walls. I couldn't read ny my father knew that, though he didn't stop me from laying there hour after hour with him. He later tought me how and I grew to enjoy it quite alot. After my father died I was the man of the house. I was the oldest and took on the responcibilty willingly.I worked all day in the fields allowing my brother to go to te school house and my sister to go with the shaman for training. It was hard for me but 'till this day I still think it was worth it. My mother was never the same after my father passed. She was no longer this happy go lucky person but a empty shell of once was. For years I did this. My brother left without saying thanks and my sister left too. I stayed to care for my mother. I found myself alone in the study night after night eating my scraps and reading the old tattered books my father had left behind. My mother grew old and ill and later left. Before she did so she told me how disapointed she was in me for not doing something with my life. I let her die alone. I buried her behind the hut right beside of her old garden. Now filled with dead, dry flowers and weeds. I took all the books from the study and headed out. I exited the house without looking back. It was windy and I draped my cloak around my shoulders. I hopped on my stead and trotted off. I traveled west through the night and when the sun rose I stopped for a spot of food. I hopped off the horse ackewardly (I had grown stiff during the ride). I tied the horse to a tree stump and headed out looking for food. I walked for 5 minutes or so and came across a camp fire. Around the campfire sat three men. They hollered at me and drew daggers. I took my trusty bow from my ruck sack and aimed at the largest man. He dropped his weapon and the others did aswell. The largest man grinned and began to laugh. I looked at him in amazement. "What'r ya doin lad?" he said to me. I didn't move. "Ya' look hungry, come set". I put my bow to my side but didnt let go. I slowly moved to the men and began to converse. They taught me of their family-the mugatus. They began to explain to me their history and I was intrigued. It seemed we were all from broken families in some way. They invited me to camp with them and I havevnet left since. That was many yuris ago and I am now too a mugatu. Shisitsu |
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