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This was translated from an old Journal left in an old tribal camp no longer inhabited by any living soul…
Curse’s Journal:
December 10th, 2012:
This will be my first entry into my journal since my father (Our tribes Chief) has given it to me he said that I should write down my thoughts and feelings just so I could vent, although I have a sneaking suspicion that they will look at what I write when I’m away on a hunting trip. Maybe I should consider hiding it somewhere but anyway today is the first day I will get to go further away outside the hunting grounds with the others in our hunting party they never really use to let me out past the clearing before, something about it being dangerous near the bottom of the mountain our tribal camp is based.
My tribe has always been protective of me some would say so much so that everyone played their cards close to their chests, anything secret or hidden away I was kept away from. Call it ludicrous, but I guess I cannot argue with them or the chief after all he is my father, maybe he just missed mother like I did and wanted to keep me safe after all I never saw my mother not even after I was born *sigh* I guess I’ll never know where she went.
December 12th, 2012:
Something was a little off today, I couldn’t put my finger on it but when I asked my father about whom my mother was and how I was born he got angry and said, “Never bring it up again!”. Crestfallen and frightened I backed off and did not probe any further leaving all my questions left unanswered perhaps for the best after all it was getting to be very cold outside, and food was limited to a few bits of meat a day.
But what was so important about my birth that he would just flip out like that? This comes from the man who raised me and taught me how to talk and walk around *chuckle* I still remember the day he would find me hiding in our neighbour’s hut using their cloth pile as a hiding spot *giggles* He always got annoyed at me for hiding in places I shouldn’t but never raised his voice so what was so different now? Why be so mad at me for asking how I was born?
December 15th, 2012:
I overheard some of the tribe’s people talking today when coming back from a hunt, something about a mysterious aura radiating from the far side of the forest but like anything those old crones talk about I shrugged it off. After all these were the same people who once said some wild boars stole the women’s loin cloths and ran off when all along, they had stashed them in the frozen caves just north of the chief’s hut, such pigs to think we wouldn’t find out.
However maybe what they say is true once I got back home my father was nowhere to be found even after looking for him around our hut still nothing, not even a peep from a cave rat. So when I spotted something hidden behind one of my father’s tribal shields hung up on the wall I guess a certain sense of curiosity came over me, moving it aside I found what could only be described as a basket that looked similar to a babbies crib only this one was different it had handles on either side and adorned with designs of flowers, jewels and a crown on top, I don’t know why my father was hiding this but something in my gut was leading me to believe that this maybe my crib question is where did it come from? And why was it hidden away?
December 16th, 2012:
Today I started to look around the area more wanting to find more clues to where this odd-looking basket had come from, but no luck no one else was hiding anything nor was anyone speaking of anything remotely close to what I was looking for. Before I could do any more searching my father called me to our hut looking rather stern as always ever since I came of age, he had been giving me the same look only more toned down from how he stared down anyone else “today my daughter I have found you the perfect mate...” He told me speaking of a chief’s son from another tribe living southeast of the mountain pass.
I had not really given any thought to getting married or even settling down with anyone for that matter, my mind was still too focused on trying to find out the story of my birth which meant that time was running short I had to go to the forbidden place past the clearing maybe the answer’s I've been looking for will be found there only one way to find out I guess so tonight I will sneak out and find out the truth.
December 17th, 2012:
I manged to sneak out last night without being seen, no one heard me or saw me make it out past the clearing not even the guards walking around with torches at the tree line those guys couldn’t keep us safe if their manhood depended on it. Out here in the camp you could throw a rock in any direction and hear it no matter how deep into the forest it went however out in the forbidden place not only could I hear it the one I threw I heard a sound like a hand hitting a drum only heavy and lighter. Taking one step forward into in this place illuminated by the great mothers moon light I felt my foot tap against something and when I reached down to touch it, it felt cold and firm to the touch I swear I felt my heart sink as my hand brushed away the snow just for me to step back and cover my maw seeing a skeleton in what looked like armour lay at my feet only for my shock to be ten times worse a second later looking up and seeing even more of them scattered around the area, who were they? And more importantly where did they come from?
Before coming back home as the sun was raising, I did find one bit of evidence connecting them to the basket hidden in my home, the same pattern or at least the same crown on their shields and armour that was on the basket. I took one of these shields home with me just to study it more closely as everyone else was starting to wake up for the new day no matter what happened next, I had another clue to the truth possibly even to my past all that’s left is to present it to my father.
December 20th, 2012:
My father had set a date for the wedding saying that his fellow chief and his son would arrive on the eve of the great mother’s birth, I couldn’t get a word in edge wise to ask about the shield not even to tell him I knew of the baby’s basket he was hiding he just kept on talking about preparations and the ceremony that eventually I just gave up. No matter how much I wanted him to tell me the truth my maw would not let me shout out he questions I wished to say, Luckily I did not have to ask cause while he was monologuing about how important it was for this marriage to happen I noticed something about something he was wearing something similar to the medallions worn by the guard’s outside I the clearing but somehow this one was different not only did it look more bright and shiny it had the same crown on it I’ve come to believe links everything together.
I could not wait for much longer my mind was going nuts waiting to know the truth, so I did what I had to do, words bursting out from my mouth one after another till, they formed the questions I wanted to ask him “why was he hiding the basket? Who were those dead people out past the clearing? “And “what does the crown mean?” But like before he got mad only this time, he was madder than before he almost hit me like he would one of his guards but luckily, he stopped once he saw me crying and cowering from him. Once we had both calmed down, he told me about where I came from saying “those soldiers were from a kingdom escorting me and your true birth mother back to your real home, but like most things in nature the convoy got attacked by bandits when travelling though the mountain pass after a lot of fighting the tribes men that found the wreckage did not find anyone left alive no one except a basket with a baby… you my dear” listening to him I started to cry even more not only was he telling me I was not his daughter but that I was the daughter of someone who may or may not be alive anymore it was heart breaking I just could not believe my ears.
December 24th, 2012:
The wedding is today but I just can’t do it I can’t marry a man I have never met or even know so today I will run away and never look back if your reading this father or I guess I should say chief I’m sorry I truly am but I need to go home I need to find my real place of birth and hopefully find my mother I pray to the Great mother you’ll forgive me.
Goodbye
End of translation…
Nothing else remains of the camp but broken planks of wood, rotten meat and some trinkets in each wrecked hut, the Origaurd Research group (ORG) will continue our search however it looks as if the tribe has moved on or died in the blizzard on that Christmas Day
We will find this person who ran away, and we will find out the tribe’s secrets for we are one and we shall be the strongest Kingdom.
For the glory of Origaurd
Head research Scientist, Dr Faruk Coolwind
Curse’s Journal:
December 10th, 2012:
This will be my first entry into my journal since my father (Our tribes Chief) has given it to me he said that I should write down my thoughts and feelings just so I could vent, although I have a sneaking suspicion that they will look at what I write when I’m away on a hunting trip. Maybe I should consider hiding it somewhere but anyway today is the first day I will get to go further away outside the hunting grounds with the others in our hunting party they never really use to let me out past the clearing before, something about it being dangerous near the bottom of the mountain our tribal camp is based.
My tribe has always been protective of me some would say so much so that everyone played their cards close to their chests, anything secret or hidden away I was kept away from. Call it ludicrous, but I guess I cannot argue with them or the chief after all he is my father, maybe he just missed mother like I did and wanted to keep me safe after all I never saw my mother not even after I was born *sigh* I guess I’ll never know where she went.
December 12th, 2012:
Something was a little off today, I couldn’t put my finger on it but when I asked my father about whom my mother was and how I was born he got angry and said, “Never bring it up again!”. Crestfallen and frightened I backed off and did not probe any further leaving all my questions left unanswered perhaps for the best after all it was getting to be very cold outside, and food was limited to a few bits of meat a day.
But what was so important about my birth that he would just flip out like that? This comes from the man who raised me and taught me how to talk and walk around *chuckle* I still remember the day he would find me hiding in our neighbour’s hut using their cloth pile as a hiding spot *giggles* He always got annoyed at me for hiding in places I shouldn’t but never raised his voice so what was so different now? Why be so mad at me for asking how I was born?
December 15th, 2012:
I overheard some of the tribe’s people talking today when coming back from a hunt, something about a mysterious aura radiating from the far side of the forest but like anything those old crones talk about I shrugged it off. After all these were the same people who once said some wild boars stole the women’s loin cloths and ran off when all along, they had stashed them in the frozen caves just north of the chief’s hut, such pigs to think we wouldn’t find out.
However maybe what they say is true once I got back home my father was nowhere to be found even after looking for him around our hut still nothing, not even a peep from a cave rat. So when I spotted something hidden behind one of my father’s tribal shields hung up on the wall I guess a certain sense of curiosity came over me, moving it aside I found what could only be described as a basket that looked similar to a babbies crib only this one was different it had handles on either side and adorned with designs of flowers, jewels and a crown on top, I don’t know why my father was hiding this but something in my gut was leading me to believe that this maybe my crib question is where did it come from? And why was it hidden away?
December 16th, 2012:
Today I started to look around the area more wanting to find more clues to where this odd-looking basket had come from, but no luck no one else was hiding anything nor was anyone speaking of anything remotely close to what I was looking for. Before I could do any more searching my father called me to our hut looking rather stern as always ever since I came of age, he had been giving me the same look only more toned down from how he stared down anyone else “today my daughter I have found you the perfect mate...” He told me speaking of a chief’s son from another tribe living southeast of the mountain pass.
I had not really given any thought to getting married or even settling down with anyone for that matter, my mind was still too focused on trying to find out the story of my birth which meant that time was running short I had to go to the forbidden place past the clearing maybe the answer’s I've been looking for will be found there only one way to find out I guess so tonight I will sneak out and find out the truth.
December 17th, 2012:
I manged to sneak out last night without being seen, no one heard me or saw me make it out past the clearing not even the guards walking around with torches at the tree line those guys couldn’t keep us safe if their manhood depended on it. Out here in the camp you could throw a rock in any direction and hear it no matter how deep into the forest it went however out in the forbidden place not only could I hear it the one I threw I heard a sound like a hand hitting a drum only heavy and lighter. Taking one step forward into in this place illuminated by the great mothers moon light I felt my foot tap against something and when I reached down to touch it, it felt cold and firm to the touch I swear I felt my heart sink as my hand brushed away the snow just for me to step back and cover my maw seeing a skeleton in what looked like armour lay at my feet only for my shock to be ten times worse a second later looking up and seeing even more of them scattered around the area, who were they? And more importantly where did they come from?
Before coming back home as the sun was raising, I did find one bit of evidence connecting them to the basket hidden in my home, the same pattern or at least the same crown on their shields and armour that was on the basket. I took one of these shields home with me just to study it more closely as everyone else was starting to wake up for the new day no matter what happened next, I had another clue to the truth possibly even to my past all that’s left is to present it to my father.
December 20th, 2012:
My father had set a date for the wedding saying that his fellow chief and his son would arrive on the eve of the great mother’s birth, I couldn’t get a word in edge wise to ask about the shield not even to tell him I knew of the baby’s basket he was hiding he just kept on talking about preparations and the ceremony that eventually I just gave up. No matter how much I wanted him to tell me the truth my maw would not let me shout out he questions I wished to say, Luckily I did not have to ask cause while he was monologuing about how important it was for this marriage to happen I noticed something about something he was wearing something similar to the medallions worn by the guard’s outside I the clearing but somehow this one was different not only did it look more bright and shiny it had the same crown on it I’ve come to believe links everything together.
I could not wait for much longer my mind was going nuts waiting to know the truth, so I did what I had to do, words bursting out from my mouth one after another till, they formed the questions I wanted to ask him “why was he hiding the basket? Who were those dead people out past the clearing? “And “what does the crown mean?” But like before he got mad only this time, he was madder than before he almost hit me like he would one of his guards but luckily, he stopped once he saw me crying and cowering from him. Once we had both calmed down, he told me about where I came from saying “those soldiers were from a kingdom escorting me and your true birth mother back to your real home, but like most things in nature the convoy got attacked by bandits when travelling though the mountain pass after a lot of fighting the tribes men that found the wreckage did not find anyone left alive no one except a basket with a baby… you my dear” listening to him I started to cry even more not only was he telling me I was not his daughter but that I was the daughter of someone who may or may not be alive anymore it was heart breaking I just could not believe my ears.
December 24th, 2012:
The wedding is today but I just can’t do it I can’t marry a man I have never met or even know so today I will run away and never look back if your reading this father or I guess I should say chief I’m sorry I truly am but I need to go home I need to find my real place of birth and hopefully find my mother I pray to the Great mother you’ll forgive me.
Goodbye
End of translation…
Nothing else remains of the camp but broken planks of wood, rotten meat and some trinkets in each wrecked hut, the Origaurd Research group (ORG) will continue our search however it looks as if the tribe has moved on or died in the blizzard on that Christmas Day
We will find this person who ran away, and we will find out the tribe’s secrets for we are one and we shall be the strongest Kingdom.
For the glory of Origaurd
Head research Scientist, Dr Faruk Coolwind
I'm trying to develope more of my sona's back story and will add to this in the futrue maybe even replace it once I can put more detail into it
till then please enjoy this short read and if you have any comments I appricate them
thank you
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