THE ANNALS OF ANAVERE
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That was my first farewell. It was the Day of All Souls. The day I watched my father kill my mother. It was the last time I would ever feel safe.
Ever after, I watched the world as if through the eyes of a hunted animal. I was three years old.
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Gazing into the fire, I saw warriors lunging in the leaping flames, brandishing their famous swords above their heads. And from the lowering shadows loomed dragons and monsters grotesque, to do battle with the fiery heroes. Always in my mind’s eye was I amongst them, fighting in the thick of the hellish fray, slaying man and beast to right and left.
Already, I knew what I wanted.
I was fated to be a great warrior, a beran-serc amongst the fyrd. A battle maiden amongst men.
I would be the most formidable fighter my people had ever known. A chieftain feared by all who heard my name.
I was born for it.
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