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| Chapter Five: The Price of My Soul |
| Jono had never allowed me to go to a Hylian mission. On religious holidays, we'd celebrate at home. I learned about Mudora from school and Emma. In other words, I knew absolutely nothing about our religion. It seemed only fitting, therefore, that in my flight I ended up at the doorstep to a Hylian mission, kept by a woman named Liaza, who I would later learn knew all about me. |
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| She took me in without asking any questions, gave me food and water. How I repayed her kindness will always weigh on my soul as a heavy shame. When I was left alone in the temple, I approached the altar. Some of the artifacts up there were worth ten times what Hoshi had saved up to send to her daughter. I was poor, afraid, and all alone. I knew it wouldn't be long before Ewan and his flunkies found me, so I decided what I needed to do was take flight across the Alastrian Sea. To fund this trip, I stole two |
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| ceremonial daggers from the altar and took flight into the streets. Mistake. I barely got half a mile from the mission when I was caught. The constable who caught me, luckily, was not associated with Ewan and just knew that I had stolen the daggers. When he took me back to Liaza, however, a strange thing happened. She told him that she had given me the daggers and ferry money and sent him on his way. Once he was out of sight, however, she turned on me. She said that she would let me walk, but that for the price of the daggers |
| she had bought my soul. No matter where I went, no matter what I did, while those daggers remained mine, I had to try and become a better person. I took her words and her kindness to me very seriously, but I had no idea what it meant. I traveled to Catalan and got myself a job working in a factory that made roller skates. It was a horrid task, but I earned enough money to get by. I kept in touch with my friend Lexa back home. She told me that Jono's health was failing and so I sent all of my extra money to him. Unfortunately, this got me in more trouble. The foreman of the factory thought that I was sending the money to a pimp. Since it wouldn't do to have a girl of ill repute working in his factory, he sent me away. Times were hard, there was no where for me to go. So, I went to the only place to go when there's no place to go. The town was called Helios, but the locals called it "Hell." It was there that prostitution and debauchery thrived. There was only one road left open to me, so I took it. I became a whore, selling myself out to the Red Dragon's sailors. I cried the first time. |