The Life of Ebony Ibre / The Knight of Wisdom's Blade
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Everyone knows the tale of the hero, but what about the one who wanted to be the hero?
Throughout her entire life, Ebony has had only one dream: to become the Guardian of the Green Book and t...
I'm sure at least once in every child's life, the prospects of being an adult sounds marvelous. You get to do whatever you want to do, go wherever you please, stay up till all hours, eat whatever you desire, and with no limitations! Yes, I suppose the life of an adult is a child's dream come true, and even more when a child is coming of age. But eventually the fantasy and romance of adulthood within a child's mind fades away, as they become an adult themselves. It is here children begin to understand the reality of it all, and the responsibility their parents had to bear, resulting in them missing the carefree days of their youth.
Ebony, my beloved, cherish your childhood. Be thankful for the days given you. Be grateful for this time and don't let the lessons of your youth pass you by. Enjoy your age, Ebony, for you will never get it back. I know your father is preparing you to be great, and you can sometimes forget to enjoy what's right in front of you, because you are so focused on your destiny. But all that will come in due time. Don't try to rush through life.
So, to ensure you enjoy yourself, I say we have some fun! Whether your father agrees to it or not, you and I will be going to the County Fair with Violet and the others. So, dress your best and prepare yourself for some fun, my dear! Because you deserve it.
Don't forget, my beloved, all great things start oof small. You're a sapling, not a tree, and you are beautiful as you are now.
With Love,
Mother
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I remember my first arrival to the impressive house of Hedge Manor. I was five years old. Everything around me appeared massive to my small self. If my father had brought me back to his childhood home a year ago, I would have been excited. But the long drive there taught me that now was not the time for merriment.
The memory is faint. Only bits and pieces of that time stand out to me.
I remember being in my mother's arms as I watched the fields and trees go by through the car window. I remember being mesmerized when we drove up to my grandfather's home, but holding my excitement due to my father's grave behavior.
His face was stern, and he hardly spoke a word throughout the trip. Nothing I did would make him smile, and Mother had to hold me to keep me from going to him. I didn't understand why he was so upset, but I soon learned.
I can still think back to how happy I was to meet my grandmother once she gave me a cookie. She smelled of cherry blossoms, pine trees, and cookies. I knew right away I was going to love this woman and she, me. I also met my grandfather that day.
Grandma had brought me to a hall table with three portraits resting on it. One was of a younger version of Grandma posing behind two boys, who stood next to each other, everyone in their church clothes. One of the boys had a resemblance to my father. The next picture was a young couple with a little boy. The last photo was of an older man that sat in a large leather chair with people standing around him. Grandma was there, along with my parents and the young couple and their son.
