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Voyage to Rondenacus

Voyage

i - Heritage Revealed

BOOM! The corridor echoes with my anger. I stomp to the town square. The statue stands over me.

"Oh Mother, what am I to do?" I sob falling to my knees, crying my mind and heart's frustration on her feet. "Why did you have to go?"

Nobody liked me. The community of Celrac, Ijonto, had tortured me since my mother had died. She had been the helper of the elderly. The giver of gifts, never the taker. She had been my only confines, encouragement and confidence. But now she's gone and I have nothing but a snoring, old caretaker, my kelpie and Ilea, Mother's soft doll, given to me before she died of leukemia.

I am a girl of thirteen with medium length, sun-streaked blond hair. I was tormented by other local teenagers because of my origin - Rondenacus and Ijonto. My Rondenacus side gave me a slight build and (in Rondenacusan terms) average height that sent me towering over the Ijonotos. I was smart, WHEN it came to maths, navigation and ship work. I was only respected when Mother was alive as she was a local. I've no clue where my Father is only its in Rondenacus.

My kelpie, Jurgen, is my only gift and inheritance from Father. Despite being raised in Mother's home town, I had a slight Rondenacusan slur to my voice, bringing me down in reading and pronunciation marks.

"It doesn't matter how you talk," Mother had told me. "All that matters is your actions in perusing your dreams."

My dreams HAD been to live with Mother and reduce the town's grudge. Now it's to leave this society and start anew else where, free of threats and sniggers. BUT how will I leave? I have no transportation except...

"Clara!" A recognizable elderly voice calls. "Clara! ... Clar... Clara, what are you doing? I've been looking everywhere for you."

"Maran! I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." I put on a surprised face.

"Scare me? That you did young lady! You have been gone for half-an-hour. The school called to report you missing..."

"Maran please, cut with the lecture. You knew I would've come here."

My nurse sighs heavily. "Clara, how many times do you have to do this? It's exhausting enough as it is. What would your mother say? I remember her fighting with your father to stop taking you into risk situ-"

"My father? You... you knew him?" I interrupt.
"I've said too much. Just forget what I told you."
"Why? Why can't I know anything about him?"
"The Committee thought it would make you more like us. But their efforts were infertile. You're just becoming more like them."
"Like who?" My curiosity was piped.
"The pirates."
I gasp. The pirates were well known through the country. They were flea infested thieves, with bandanas and cutlasses. Why my Mother would interact with one of them was beyond me.
I jump as I feel my nurse touch my shoulder.

"Don't let what I've told you out. We'll both go to angoss if anyone knows." She tells. I shiver at angoss. It's a tunnel thrusting through Volcano Manto; pitch black with pits of spikes, blades to cut you in half and the drop of five hundred feet towards the volcanoes molten center at the end of the tunnel.