Sometimes the hardest place to start is the beginning. So much had changed from when I lived in the small town nestled at the base of the Northern Mountains that, sometimes, I don’t even know what the beginning is anymore.
Was the beginning growing up, playing in the thick forest? Or was it learning how to navigate the steep slopes and sudden cliffs of the Northern Mountains with my aunt and uncle? Was the beginning, waiting for months with my aunt for my uncle to return from bringing travelers across from the mountains, or was it watching my aunt struggle the following years to carry on without the man she loved so much? Was it after I made the journey to the city of Cecidit Stellata? Was it when I met Morgan, maybe it was when I met Andrey? There are so many things that have happened that could be ‘the beginning’, yet many of them don’t feel like the best place to start. Whether they start too soon, or too late.
I think I finally found the best place to start.You must forgive me, for my memory is a bit faulty. It has been many years since I’ve revisited the beginning, or these events at all. Many things have changed, I have changed. I am no longer the shy, quiet girl who was content with what life had given her.