| My story. |
| My Story By Pan Imaran Hmmm.. Well I suppose I can start with an introduction to my story about stuff. I don�t really remember too well.. I was born to Stanford and Idaea Kerrgan in my home miles away from Padorn. I don�t remember exactly where.. But I know that it was south in a forest.. (Not Elohim either.. I don�t think..) I don�t quite remember the day.. But I do know it was sometime in the year 275 AF. My name back then was Pan Kerrgan (Don�t ask me where I got my first name from.. I have not the slightest clue) I grew up with the greatest mom ever, and the worst father ever. Much of my free time was spent picking flowers, and helping my mom cook. Her special was her raspberry pie, which I learned to make myself, and is one of the few things I have of her. When my father was away, my mom and I would walk in the forest down to the river to gather berries and water, pick flowers, and spend as much time as we could goofing around. (I guess its where I got it from) When my dad was home, however, things were much different. Most of my time was spent in my room, where I was barred in and left there until he would leave again for work. My mom would sneak me food and water to keep me healthy. I don�t really know why my dad would do this, he never would say. He just called me �accident� or �mistake� and shoved me away. He loved my mom dearly, and would never hurt her physically, though I could tell that his actions towards me hurt her inside. Around the time when I was five or six, things really started changing for the worst for me. I was snooping at letters and pictures in the bedroom one day after dad had left for the week to work, when to my suprise he came bursting in the door. I quickly put them away, but it was no use, because he seen me in his room. Taking a knife out of his pocket, he came after me. The look in his eyes froze me, and I stood still. Regaining my senses, I quickly dashed under his legs, letting out a scream as the knife he held ripped into my back. I bolted for my room and locked the door. My dad stood outside the door laughing, and went downstairs. Soon after my mom knocked on the door and I let her in. I sat back down on the floor next to where I was seated before, and let my mom bandage me up. Afterwards she helped me clean up the floor where I had bled, and carefully placed me in bed where I slept for, what she told me, was two days. With the pain in my back still very immanent, I went to the door to head downstairs. Needless to say the door was locked from the outside, and for the next few months I stayed in my room waiting for him to leave. This time, my dad made sure that mom would not give me food, but she still managed to get me enough to live on at night. Finally my dad left for a new job and I was free to leave my room again. Every two weeks he would come home, but the two weeks he was gone was some of the best times in my life. Friends you say? If you had asked me that question before I came to Padorn I would have looked at you as if you were nuts. I did not know what friends were, just that mom and dad talked about them while I was upstairs. I honestly did not know anyone but my mom and dad until I was seven years old. Thats when we visited my grandmother. (My mom and I, of course) She lived a few days walk from our house to the east. We spent a few days there before going back. I loved it there. For the first time I felt accepted. I would have stayed if not for my mom, but my grandma whispered in my ear before we left to come here if I am ever in need. We returned home a few days before dad was scheduled to arrive and relaxed. Things continued the way they were for a few months, when again my dad was fired. He came home at dusk, only a week in. I was the first to notice him coming, while sitting peacefully in the middle of my daisies I had grown. I could tell he was in a rage when he came up to me. His breath reeked of alcohol and his cold glazed eyes looked down on me. He leaned down to pick one of the daisies, and in that time I made a mad dash for the door and up the stairs to my room. He followed behind and caught me, just steps away from my door. I felt a pain in my back, then blacked out. I woke up a few hours later in my room, unable to move. My head throbbed and dried blood was on the floor, and down the left side of my face. I layed there for hours, and fell back asleep. I woke again to screaming, but this time it was my mothers. I found the strength to pull myself up to the window and looked out in horror as a group of nasty beasts, which I later found out was orcs, surrounded them by the riverside. They attacked them.. I seen the largest go for my mother. I tried to scream but it was hopeless. I covered my eyes as I heard the sickening thud as he hit my mother over and over. Soon after it was all over. I looked out and seen the two lifeless bodies of my mom and dad lying next to the river. I went for the door and for two days, picked at the lock and smashed a hole big enough for me to get through. I hobbled down the stairs and out the door to the place where my parents were. Boy did it smell. I had never smelled anything so awful in my life. I went back indoors to f ind some herbs my mother used as incense and lit them around the bodies. Soon after I got out a hoe and dug a shallow grave for them. I managed to roll their bodies into it and cover it with dirt and rocks. Placing the still burning incense herbs around the grave and fell asleep. The next day I used some herbs my mom had used to heal up my back and forehead. I wasn�t the best at it, so it didn�t work too well, but something is better than nothing. I packed up what things I had and headed for my grandmothers house.I sat her down and told her what had happened. She treated the wounds on my back and head and that is where I lived until she passed on. I found a map that my grandmother had made and headed for a city called Padorn. It was a long walk, about a months journey, where I lived on catching animals and finding berries. I made it there safe and found the Padorn Inn, where Arnal fed me to a hearty meal. This is where I have stayed since. I met Terge and Demaris and they adopted me soon after. I became a Pilgrim of Rokoon, and later on a Satai, which is what I presently am. It took me a while to learn to trust others, and what friends really are. I still think of my mother at night when I am lying in bed, Demaris says to never forget her, and I never will. |