Legends of Belariath

Sara

I recieved coins in place of a life, of something I never wanted to leave. I was given freedom against my will, and the betters of which had raised me, and kept me safe and given me a place to belong were killed. Laid out over the floors and spat on like they were something revolting.

None of the other servants liked me, they seemed happy when our betters were killed, they took the coin eagerly in place of serving someone who deserved it. I stayed for a while, I tried to continue, there was no one left to serve. I just wandered, and eventually I ended up in this Nanthalion.

Trying to cope with freedom, and those that want to replace something they could never hope to measure up too.

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