CLARA

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the clearing where we were preparing for my father's burial.

The air was thick with sorrow, and I could feel the moment pressing down on me. My heart ached as I watched the men from our clan digging the grave, their faces somber and respectful.

My father may have not been the best father or husband, but he was a good leader to some extent. I remembered how he trained most guards and handled his cases. It's no shock that they miss him.

In a way I do too, I may have disliked him but he...