Looking in the mirror, I sighed. My skin, flushed and pale, seemed to look sickly with the wariness I'd encountered growing older here. The Strongholds issued first-generation children, and others like me, to never be caught off guard within the Province. I hoped to hold this ideal to heart, and my parents willingly drilled it into me with a certain amount of kindness only they could muster in their position. Being Strongholds themselves, they delegate the council, journeying morning after morning into the heart of the city, with its run down abodes and poverty-stricken roads considered "normal" and in need of their aid.
Looking at the corner of the mirror's wooden frame, laid a letter from both my mother and father, the ink spilled in spots as evidently as it could be placed, representing the hastiness with which my parents had become indebted to their job. I smiled at the letter, my lips curving only slightly at the realization of their caring nature with the words littered onto the page:
Dearest Casey,
Your Father and I are going into the city this dawn, and we have left Carilla in the Main Hall to watch over you. If you are to request anything, may she provide kindness to you and aid you during this time. We are sending our love from the assistance of the Divine, and may all your troubles wash away with the wind.
Our love to all,
Mother and Father
With the soft patter of the rain's droplets outside, I took the letter to the balcony, overlooking the rocky outcropping of our property's passage to the mountainside, and smiled.
YOU ARE READING
The River Beyond
FantasyCasey Warring is now 18. Turning this age in the Province, has led her to dream of journeying beyond her homeland to the River. The River Beyond has long been hailed a symbol of peace for the people of the Province, tarnishing class status and makin...
