Katarina

The Rogue

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Journal of Katarina St. Claire-
Traveling on the road is exhilarating! The sights, the people, the towns, they draw me and I find myself captivated with the small moments I observe. Today I saw a small girl picking daisy flowers in the field outside of Avarith. It reminds me of a time when the quality of my bonnet flowers was my biggest concern.
These last few weeks have breezed by and I find myself lost in thought more than ever. For the first time in my life I am moving forward but I notice my thoughts traveling to the past more and more. Dreams of my childhood seem to play out in color in my sleep, things I have not thought of in years.
My childhood was idyllic, my family while not famously rich, was not poor by any means. My father Sir Darrion St. Claire, Baron Worrthing was the fourth son of Earl Marrimont St. Claire, Lord Whitting. My father gained his title while serving as a Knight in the Glorious 22nd. With his small fortune and great charisma he was given command of Worrthing Hall and the lands that surrounded it. He then married my mother, Lady Alleice Summers, the second daughter of the Earl of Lorthing. They had two children a boy and girl, twins, who grew up and never encountered any unhappiness. They married had babies and lived happily ever after.
Well, the time alone on the road must be getting to me because that last part was more fiction then truth. I wish with all my heart my life had gone along like one of the story books I re-read every night as a child.
I like to think that my childhood had two phases before and after. In truth my parents did have twins, and until our 10th birthday the most tragic event in my young life was the death of my pet bunny Sir Whiskers Grayfoot, and the time Charles put a handful of earthworms in my hair. That was the before portion of my life. Then came the after, after Charles disappearance that is. On our 10th birthday my twin disappeared and was never seen nor heard from again. In the after phase I realized a few things about life, parents can’t fix every problem you have, relying on yourself is preferable to waiting for solutions to happen to you, and having to share birthday cake is more fun.
In the after phase my family changed, as is want to happen in the wake of tragedy. My mother turned to the gods and church for answers. My father turned to what he knew best, military training. He schooled me in every way he knew and turned to other masters for what he didn’t. That is why I can split an arrow at 100 yards, scale a building in the dead of night, and pick the locks on manacles behind my back.

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