The Story of Me

"I follow the night.  Can't stand the light." "Born on a dungheap to die on a dungheap!  A strumpet men use and forget!!" "You and I could have made such a great team.  We both believe in punishing those who deserve it, but I know something you don't...they all deserve it." "Why does he batter at walls that won't break?  Why does he give when it's natural to take?" "Something wicked this way comes..."

When I arrived in Ruatha, I was already an established assassin, well known in certain circles.  However, I was not yet famous in Ruatha, so I easily breezed my way into the innermost circle of the court of Muneen Castle.  It was there that Kris introduced me to Prince Connor Corbel, a young, eager lad of my age looking to make his mark on the world.  He was the second son

of King Corbel and it was quite apparent that he hoped to usurp his older brother Joseph.  I, having made myself more than accessible to all three of the Corbel boys, made the mistake of getting involved.  This nearly cost me Connor's friendship, as he found out about my chosen profession in a less than subtle way.  Our association was salveged and I became Connor's employee.

More than an employee though, I became a member of Connor's closest group of friends, a circle of six people fighting to gain power and recognition for the second born.  A difficult group to be a member of, to be certain, especially given the fact that two of the others were knights, the creatures I detest most in the world.  Nevertheless, I made it a part of my life, a vital part at that.  During the very early part of my service to Connor, I discovered

that Kara, the girl who had created the monster that I would grow up to become, was Princess Kara Fanel of Fanelia.  My grandfather had taken such an interest in her because he had known, the bastard had known that she was a powerful princess.  He chose glamor over his own granddaughter and for that I will never forgive him.  I can't afford to hate my enemies, so I reserve all my hatred and loathing for Kara alone.  And this has kept me sane in an otherwise insane and irrational world in which one has to fight, tooth and nail, for control and power.

The story of my life doesn't end here.  I'm still young and have much left to experience.  It's not hard to find me.  I'm the dark and beautiful woman with the long brown braid, the brown eyed Hylian, the last of my kind it seems.  My story will continue to go on for decades.  If I am one thing, I am a survivor.  I survived my entire family, I survived Kara, and I will survive whatever befalls Hyrule and the rest of the realm.  Through my experiences, I have created my own reality.  I fear no judge but myself and in the end, despite ties and alliances, I will obey no one but myself.  My goodness died with Owen.  My righteousness has just begun.  I am Catalina Pike.

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