| Tristah | Created on Monday, 22 October 2007 22:50 |
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Recently while I was tracking and camping in the Wilderness, a bird flew by holding a tathered scroll in her beak. She dropped it to my feet and I read it's contents: " Dear young one, I know that life will not be the same without you knowing your true family but you must understand that I had no choice but to leave you for someone else to raise you. I am not a fit mother and as much as I love you, I need to do what is best for you. The family that will find you will take better care of you then what I could have offered you. Please understand why I had to do this. Love, Lexina, your mother." The note looked like it had been dragged through the dirt of many pathway's and I weeped as I realized it was a note she had left for me when she left me alone in the Wilderness to be raised by wolves. The bird flew by me again and I asked her name and where she found the note. The bird simply told me that my mother was ill and was located in a small hut deep in Nagnang. I traveled there on horseback afraid to meet her yet knowing it was something that I wanted to do my whole life. I wondered about if I had a father, brothers, or sisters. I yearned to know who my real family truely was. As I entered the dark hut she layed fragile in bed. Her face showed pain and sorrow as she saw her daughter standing before her. I had so many questions to ask at the same time that I couldn't think straight at first. I spent many hours sitting with her as she told stories of my father entering the great War and sadly being killed in combat; his name was Vanthur. I told her about my membership in the Koguryo Ministry and my duties as the Kingdom's Royal Scribe and Muse college Professor. Tears rolled down my cheeks as she apologized for leaving me as an infant and told me how proud she was and for once in my life I forgave her. Those were the last words I was able to tell her as she passed away. It all make perfect sense now as how I became the person I am today; an avid writer and poet, and how I yearn to help others and teach others. I know what I love doing and now I finally after all this time know my real name: -Tristah Cho- Cho meaning: A butterfly or beautiful |
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