The Story of Me

"Get yourself to a mad house.  Rave about nobility where no one can hear you!" "Absolute power corrupts absolutely, which is a problem...if you're powerless." "As far as I'm concerned, it's me first, my friends second, and the rest of the Universe can go to hell." "Don't you see what your gentle insanities do to me?  Rob me of anger and give me despair!" "How can your gods be the right gods when ever religion makes the same claims?"

I don't think Kara ever knew about the secret beatings I endured, or how humiliating it was that she seemed to steal my grandfather's love.  In a way, I owe her a great deal.  Through her, I learned how to harden my heart and hide my pain.  How long the actual ordeal lasted, I'll never be certain.  The days bled into each other.  Finally, one merciful afternoon, my grandfather was found dead in the woods.  That night, Kara disappeared from Saria.

Owen and I were completely alone in the world and while we had been that way for a long time now, we were faced with a new problem, that of earning enough money to put food on the table.  I was thirteen or so.  I attempted every sort of occupation imaginable without success until I fell prey to a rapidly growing institution in Saria, prostitution.  Words fail when it comes to describing the agony I experienced during this time in my life.  I thank Kara for teaching me to close off my emotions.  Otherwise I would have

died of humiliation.  I refuse to regret what happened.  It's unfortunate that I spent the prime years of a Hylian's life, when she was supposed to be learning magic, selling myself to the drunken farmers that had taken over Saria, but I will not regret it.  I may not have powers, but I did learn prowess.

Yet, it was all for nothing.  One night when I was fifteen, I came home and found the door had been pried open.  I ran up the stairs in the darkness to my brother's room where I heard noise.  My beautiful baby brother, a boy with bright red hair and a smile that could light up a room, was cold on the floor.  Standing around him were three drunken knights, debating what to do with his body.  I couldn't bare to face the murders.  Supressing every scream that threatened to erupt, I ran.  I ran down the stairs and out the door.  I ran down the block and through the streets.  I didn't stop until I had run nearly five miles away from Saria and anyone I've ever known.  I cannot

describe the transformation that took place after the events of that night.  All that matters is that I changed, in a severe, permanent type of way.  I vowed that I would never again be as powerless as I had become in Saria.  I vowed that the world would tremble at my feet.  I vowed that I would have my revenge.  People usually stop me at this point and say "That's when you became a murderer?"  I always reply that I'm not a murderer.  Murderers kill people for fun.  Assassins do it for the money.  The truth is, I did it for neither.  Killing is not about fun or money, it's about power, your ability to assert it over another person.  My lust for revenge brought me down the path and I have no shame about it.  During this transformation, I met Kris.  He

would be vital in my finding a home in Ruatha.  At the time, I think he merely pitied me for my situation, but regardless of his true feelings for me, he invited me to come.  I would visit him two years later, a night that would make fate tremble.

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