Bind: A History. (recorded by A.E. Stevenson scribe and journalist)

It's been a long time. A long time since i've had to think, had to move, dream, live. No, it's time i tell my story, time to let others take a peek into my life, to stop the questions and the looks. I had a name once .... so long ago that even i cannot remember what it was ......
It was the fall i turned 10, harvest time on my da's farm. A good year, good enough that we had more work than we could handle and my da had to call in my uncles for help. Good times, the family all around, lean, my youngest sister, would bring chilled fruit juices out to us in the fields, while mamma and my other sisters pickled and preserved what we hauled in from the fields. It was the third day of hard work from sun up to sun down. I saw the dust cloud around two in the afternoon and it was alright with me, sometimes the other villagers came to help with the harvesting.
I woke up sometime that night, the moon full and bright over my head. An arrow protruding from my thigh and another from between my shoulderblades. They came hard and fast, arrows flying, swords swinging. My da tryied to get to mamam, stared as they cut his head from his shoulders. Mamma screamed as she and my sisters ran from the house, mamma took a sword through her middle. My uncles had both taken arrows, one in the neck and the other in the eye. As i tried to get to my sisters i felt a biting pain in my thigh and i stumbled. When i looked down and saw the arrow sticking from my skin i nearly screamed. I tried to get up and run to my sisters but after two steps colors flashed before my eyes as the other pierced my back. I reached for my sisters as i fell and then i was gone.
Two weeks later i found myself aboard a large ship, heading where i knew not. I had thought myself saved but oh how wrong i was. Slavery was a concept i hadnt known of and how i wish i didnt know now. The man that bought me was cruel and evil. For years he whipped me and worked me. Enraged on a daily basis i put my anger into my work and became strong. One night i broke my chains, snuck into the house and murdered him next to his sleeping wife.
I traveled far, purchasing my way across an ocean with gold and silver trinkets i had stole from my previous owners home. I came to a free land where your life depended upon your strenght and wits. I made myself bigger, stronger, better and more wealthy. I met many friends, had a few short lived loves and bought a few homes. all was not well though... after a failing to bring together my clan i began to lose sight of what was important ... i sank into dispair so one day i lay down to sleep, and sleep i did. I slept for 2 years.
When next i awoke, much had changed, there were new places and many new people. I met a woman named Kairi and after some short visits i joined her clan.... very interesting young lady. My clan, Aryia, Ranmaru and Jenni whom i spend most of my time around are great people but still i feel empty.
I sit here and i live my life and between the day to day things i might have to do i rage. I rage for my lost family, i rage for the parents i never got to bury, i rage for the sisters i know not of what happend to them. One day ill have my revenge... one day ill find those men. And when i find them and have my revenge, Ill be able to sleep forever, in peace.