I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
~Robert Frost
I know not what I write here, really, nor why I write it. I only know that some unknown, unnamed reason calls, nay, orders me to set my thoughts and ramblings in order and put pen to paper. I’m not a scholar; I’ve never claimed to be one, and I was not raised as one, nor am I a being of peace, for truly I believe I was made to fight. But I must write this, must let this story be told, for whatever good it does, no matter how long it takes me, scattered over many months, as I learn more and have more to tell. Mayhaps someone, somewhere, someday will benefit from the telling of my tale. If so, I suppose it’s best that I tell it myself; I do like the think I’m the one who knows myself best, and these are my experiences, although many are shared with others. So, for you, unknown person of an unknown land in an unknown time, it is for you I write this record. Use it wisely, my unknown friend, use it wisely and use it well.
I know little of my true past, but I shall relate what little I know. My twin brother, Freesoul, and I, Garoisina were born to the shapeshifters Gadinarus and Gorynna. I have so few memories of that time...vague, hazy images of faces float through my mind, memories of smiles, and laughter, but so little, so lamentably little. I’m sorry, my parents...I do so wish I remembered more, that I had been granted more time with you.
When I was young, very young, I was kidnapped and never returned to my family...I believe they were allowed to think me dead. I don’t know why it was done, or who did it, but sadly, it happened...and maybe, just maybe, it was a good thing in the end. Right now I doubt that. But who knows how things will turn out in the end? Forgive me, I ramble, and paper is too precious to waste. I’ll cease deviating and adhere to the original tale.
What I do remember, starting at the beginning...I tell now.
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"The Chronicle of Rois Melinor" © 1998 by Elizabeth Fredericks