ELORA

Ever since I turned a slave back at Alkarod, peace became impossible for me and my family. If I wasn't beaten up, I was escaping beating and humiliation. Chaos was the order of the day and I expected it. I adapted to it and sought out seconds of quiet. Usually, I enjoyed being chained up in the cellars just because of the privilege to hear my thoughts and to remember the life I had before my father was labeled a traitor.

Our life before then had been filled with laughter as we were a close-knit family. Father would go out hunting and return with the fattest deer he had...