Berig     Created on Friday, 10 February 2006 12:49  
  JerzeyKat  
  Sitting in the open, under the glistening sun on a cool autumn day in Buya, I find myself writing of my history. So many things to remember, the memories flood my mind. Some of them are kind and joyfull, some of them are unforgiving.

One memory that resounds in my mind is that of my parents. I don't remember my parents well, but I do know they had only the best intentions for me. We were not wealthy by any standards, but what we lacked in possessions we made up for in our dispositions.

It was a cool autumn day, much like today, when my mother hugged me close and told me to stay in the house. I had no idea at the time, though, why she seemed so distraught. Looking back, I suppose they had fallen too far into debt. Innocently enough, I smiled and told her I would see her soon. As she sighed and walked through the front door, she looked back on me, sitting on the floor. Her eyes spoke of much to come for me in the future, and I will never forget how right she was.

One of the best memories that returns to me is of those who cared for me when my parents disappeared from the Paekjae region on that day. Apparently, after several days, our neighbors grew concerned and contacted a couple they knew were traveling through the area. This is how I met one of my dearest friends, Sebelle. His adoptive parents were on a journey seeking protective scrolls found only in our region, and they were kind hearted enough to allow me to travel with them until I could care for myself. Things were not always easy, but what would life be if we had everything handed to us?

Sebelle and I were close in age when we met, and although he seemed a little shy, we had an instant connection. We spent many nights under the stars, as we travelled to Buya with his adoptive parents. We shared every thought with one another, sometimes without having to say a word. We grew up together, as brother and sister, even though we were not related by blood. He has been far more a brother to me than any other I have met in these lands. Although we have taken our seperate journies, we have never been far in spirit. It is almost ironic how similar Sebelle and I have become over the years, as if we are truly destined to be brother and sister.

The sun sets as I finish this entry, and I am reminded how proud I am to speak of the Beotkkot family, and of the bonds we have forged with those who share our name. Life has many paths, and although we have strayed from walking the same on occasion, our friendships and ties have never broken.

- JerzeyKat