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I remember little of my child hood, and that which i can remember, I wish could be Forgotten. My tribe and family, where, in short, nothing more then a bunch of Warmongrels, who cared for nothing else but waging war on other tribes to expand upon their own land, and increase their own wealth. They forced a blade into my hands when I was old enough to carry one, and forced me to fight along with them.
As i got older, I came to realize they where but a bunch of Savages, nothing more then that. I often contemplated leaving, but stayed for the feelings I had for a dear friend of mine. She too, was forced to fightin battles that where not our own. We oft talked about running off,living a better live elsewhere, anywhere away from these people.
We decided upon leaving, though we also decided to wait until this last battle was done and over with, feeling we owed it to our families. How i wish we had left that night. She was killed during that fight, as was much of my tribe. I managed to escape with my life, and vowed to never return to those lands again. I wandered for many, many days, and eventually found myself at the gates of Gahlen. I wandered the City, and eventually made my way to the Immigrants guild.
A nice place to start a better life.
A story I wish never happened.
As I wandered the lands and finally found the place I called home, Gahlen, I fell in love with the woman I never thought I would find, Khaven Nitefall. She gave me her heart and soul, and I often would take that for granted. A little over a year ago an ergent message came from the place I swore never to return to- a great epidemic and war had broken free again, leaving my people with no leader...no hope, and no chance of survival. With a heavy heart I made the choice to go to their aid. What made me do it? To this day I ask myself that very question; I risked losing all, my mate, my home, and all those who I called a dear friend, but what real choice did I have? They were my people, and I could not leave them to die knowingly.
I said my good byes to everyone, saving the love of my life for last, she cried and begged of me not to go as I handed her some of my most valued possessions, making preperations for the worst. I could hardly look into her eyes of ice as the flooded with tears- she was in pain and I was the cause.
As I finally set off, I looked back one last time on the place I found peace, thinking I'd never see it again- and I almost didn't.
The days were long and battles feirce, each moment I thought of Khaven, and those who I had left behind; I remembered what I was fighting for. I wanted to make sure this never got to any of them, that these wars between tribes could never reach that border town and cause them any harm.
The days passed and one day an encounter came that changed my life, and I am sure, Khaven's, forever. I became mortally wounded and I was beyond the help of any local healer. I was left in a tent for dead, and as I lay there in the soft light of the deer leather, I pulled myself up, and with parchment and quill I wrote to her- I wrote my final good byes; leaving messages for a few others who aided me on my path in Gahlen.
"Greetings,
If this letter has been found, and is being read, then i have already passed away. I Want everyone to know that i will miss you all... especially you. Khaven.
Tharian, i wish to thank you for all the things you've done to help me since i arrived in Ghalen, you are by far one of the kindess souls i've ever had the honors of meeting. May Waylumi always guide you.
Eden, to you i thank for you kindess in helping me overcome my trials. Again, your kindess has touched me deeply, and for that i can only give my thanks.
Agick, since the day i met you, you've done all you can to help me or Khaven, and i trully wish there was something i could do to repay you for that.
And Finally..... Khaven Nitefall,
The woman who showed me what love and true happiness and
peace is, for being my friend for the sake of my company, for caring for me, and wanting nothing by my care in return. I will always love you Khaven, and i shall always be around, keeping an eye on you... you know, to make sure you don't walk into a deep mud puddle and don't get stuck... or something. There is nothing i would change about my time in Gahlen, I was shown friendship and compassion beyond anyting i ever reamed, and now i have thrown it away to try and protect it. I miss you Khaven."
My own blood closed the letter as I grew weak and my eyes grew heavy. I slipped into a deep, deep sleep seeing their faces, smiling, welcoming me home.
Weeks, maybe months passed, I am still unsure, before I finally awoke to find myself in a larger, better lit tent than I had ever seen- a tent to fit royalty. It was here they laid me to rest, to find if I would live or die as a hero to my people. I was weakened and still recovering, but as I looked down around my neck to see the necklace Khaven gave me, I knew what I had to do. I needed to get back to those I cared for and loved.
Saddened to see me go, but understanding, my tribes people bid me a good-bye with what food and water they could spare. I traveled alone again for days and nights, sleeping little, making ground quickly.
It did not take long for people to whisper my name in the streets, saying the dead walked, and I returned. But I was home, and quite alive. When Khaven found me she cried so deeply, I thought I may have died at some point. They told her I was burried at sunrise in a ceremony fit for a king. It was a brave soul who fought beside me who their burried but it was I who wrote the letter in fears she would never know how I felt.
Alas, despite it all, here I stand, breathing, well and soon to be married to that lovely feline of a woman...by Gahlen standards anyway. We returned to my tribe and married there are tribal cheif and wife, but that...it is a tale for another time.
May he never return to that Life
