Tropan: A Daughter's Rebellion

Chapter One - Crimson

  I am Dillila Therium, daughter of Samwell Therium, I was given this book as a small child by my mother. I was told to write everything that happens after I finally leave them. As my real parents abandoned me as a child on their porch they always deemed me as a mystery and wanted the world to know of just an oddity I was. Sadly my life was short lived with them as things happened that tore me from them and only now years later have I finally realized just how many pages are unfilled, I always put it off saying I would start but nearing death countless times you realize you might not always have that chance. So I sit at my camp preparing for my next move fulfilling the one request that my mother wanted. I am currently on the road to the border of the free land Tropan, the one place that I was told ever since I could remember that this is where those who had to run went. I plan to meet up with an old friend of mine, if they are still alive that is. Gleir was supposedly last seen in Merium a town lavished in gold, but full of the world's most wanted thieves. I only now need to make the trek to Faren and purchase the loyalty of a bodyguard. Hopefully, no more troubles will cross me on my path. I need to make up the time I lost from bad weather and having to run from bandits.

Entry 1: 23rd of Harium

I was close to the fresh start that awaited me across the border. The sound of my horse's hooves echoed throughout the woods. I could tell she was fatigued by her labored breathing and slower trot. A sign marking the border revealed itself in the distance.

A group of men in soldiers uniforms was slowly moving in the same direction, towards the border. Suddenly, a horse dashed past mine, the rider in dark clothing. The only reason I could see the rider was because of his white horse. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to catch a glimpse of him because of his speed and the way he bent over his horse in a hunched racing stance.I slow my horse and walk, cautious of a possible conflict. The soldiers and the rider quickly pass by me and are hidden behind the curb of the cobblestone path and trees

.When I rounded the bend, I beheld a chaotic clash between the soldiers I saw before and a new group that outnumbered them handily. The crashing sound of swords cleaving through flesh and bone was distinct and instantly filled me with adrenaline. Amid the writhing bodies of the freshly wounded, I spotted the rider, who rushed so swiftly into the fray, now lying on the ground. A thud sounds behind me. I realize something has hit me in the back of the head. I hear distant screams from the battle that is unfolding around me as I lose consciousness

I awoke to the gentle clopping of hooves. My vision was blurry and I had a massive headache. Trying to hold my head, I feel the grasp of steadfast chains on my wrists. As my vision improved, I could see metal bars in front of me. The scenery beyond them moved in a swift blur.

A man to the left of me looked wretched in torn rags. His hands were tightly bound and he had a gash on the side of his face. His golden, cloudy eyes darted everywhere. He couldn't believe it either; I could see it in his eyes. He was captured, bound, and confused just like me.

"He's finally awake," someone says, straining to speak in a weak voice. I turned to the right and gazed into soft, blue eyes. "Thought you were dead." He looked just as torn as the other men, except he wore a battered soldier's uniform. His bleach-blonde hair was matted in blood and dirt. His eyes carried dark bags under them from sleep deprivation. His arms, which were kept above his head by chains, displayed a large number of cuts and bruises. "I'm Darvin." He faintly smiled, showing a bloody mouth. Realizing this, he looks away and spits. He has been hit recently, and hard.

"W-Where are we going?" I struggled to say, my throat parched from lack of water. Darvin looks back at me, his smile faded. He sighed and then looked down at the metal floor of his cage. He knows where we are going, and, from his expression, he isn't pleased to go there.