Prelude:

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I really can't say when the change began, but only recently did I realize it.

It be fate, or the series of coincident intertwined by those who don’t even acknowledge it, is probably something we'll never know.

Home, is where the heart is at, tied to those grounds we explored and the people who shape the sculpture of our personality, who tame our wild souls and discipline our rebellious manners, the experiences who make us what and who we are today.

But there are times when I can't stand the familiar ties of home and wish if I was somewhere else, some place different where I'm happily exploring the unknown, a place like nowhere else where I can trust others without a second thought, to not fear that they would try to con me out of what is rightfully mine, to use me and hurt me for their own advantage.

Ten years ago, during the Red Moons war, my beloved father and three elder brothers ventured out to fend for our homeland, and though they brought great victory to our kingdom, it was sadly at the cost of their lives. My dear mother, pained by father and kin's fall, had grown ill and weak with the increasing heartache and age, I stay here to care or her on her last days.

There are times when I'm tired of caring for her, to want to be out there to do what I want to do, to travel across the world and explore our planet. But that is probably just the ignorant child inside of me wanting out of its confinement, thereafter sadly, I can not grant those dreams for there are restrictions, tradition, and many other things and rules and regulations. I can't even start to count that prevent me from doing either of what I truly desire.

But mother argues that it's just my soul talking, wanting to venture out into the unknown and be free of the webbings that hold me back. She said that if I wish to leave to see the world, then I can do as I please as long as I never forget my home, my family and my origin.

Being the only daughter under the care of three older kin, it's only normal that I've grown up with an edge, unlike other women my age.

Also, as the last of my family, I have no one to depend on but myself.

My name is Vivian, and this is my story.