You'll have to forgive me if I have a few chunky spots in this book… I tend to forget quite a lot; block out the pain I guess.

Anyway, I uh… guess the best place to start would be the beginning, right? … I'm really new to this, so please try and stay with me, or… close the book I guess, whatever… I digress.

In the beginning, says only the awful writers (I.E. me), I killed someone… and that's not an exaggeration, I killed someone when I was being born; My mom died giving birth to me. My brother came out fine, but for some reason, I was an issue. I never forgave myself for killing her, and I doubt I ever will. Now that she's back, and I've met her a few times, I feel even worse for it… She's very nice.

My father didn't take care of me and Freiergeist after momma died. Lioneyes and Grizzlyheart took care of us… Sometimes I thought Lion had forgotten what it was like to have a hard life; she always seemed to get whatever she wanted. …At least when I saw her.

I'm digressing again.

What I do remember of my childhood while my father was alive, was that he was always drunk off of SOMETHING. He never got out of bed as far as I knew, and Grizzlyheart and Lioneyes had to force him to eat every day.

I can't image that..

I found out later that my family was actually very wealthy. I can only assume this is why we weren't kicked out of our house for not paying anywhere close to the full amount; perhaps they hoped father would pick himself up and pay at some point.

My father came back with my mother when I brought them back. He's strong, tough, harsh. And yet… I could see, occasionally, that he did care. But, I also saw that he blamed me for my mother's passing.

That made two of us.

I used to believe that he was disgusting and pitiful. But now, having loved a few people with all that I am, myself, I've come to realize that I can't solely blame my father for what happened in my childhood (though I still do a bit).

He was lonely.

When we worked, my elder sister took Freiergeist (Eliezer at that point), and my brother, Grizzlyheart, took me. We always had a bond that refused to permanently break (despite me being… well, me).

One of the very first memories I have is a time when Grizzly and I were working along the beach. I was three, and this was the day that I finally recieved my name (albeit unofficially). Three years… I waited three years for my name.

Grizzlyheart and I were on the western beach of Ashenvale (a long trip since we lived in Astranaar) doing a job. He would get crabs and harvest the meat while I followed close behind with a basket that the meat was thrown into.

While we were walking, I saw something out of the corner of my eye, and being as curious as I was, I had to run over and pick it up. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

I ran back over to my brother in a fit of excitement. "Grizzy! Grizzy!" I remember the tired look on his face when he turned to look at me. I was too young to notice it then. "What is it Grizzy?!"

Despite the fact that he was exhausted and should have kept moving, my brother squatted and looked at the item in my hands. He smiled, "It's a piece of coral, baby."

I blinked down at the item. It was coral. A bright pink, perfect branch of coral. I looked back up to my brother, "Can I keep it papa?"

Even though I was young, I remember being able to see a bit of pain come to his eyes. We didn't have much at home, and Lioneyes would have wanted to sell it for some extra copper. "Baby, I don't think you could…"

My life shattered. ...Well, my life as a three year old at least.

But I wasn't allowed to cry. I wasn't told so, but it was understood by now. We didn't have time. So, I simply frowned, set the item down, then stood tall; ironically, my brother had installed of sense of pride in me when I was younger. "Okay Grizzy…"

Grizzlyheart had frowned and moved a hand to wipe my eyes for me, moving a thumb just under them. He shook his head and took the coral in his hands, then looked around. I watched as he rushed over to a statue, dug in the sand, put the coral inside the little hole he made, and covered it up. I looked at him curiously as he squatted in front of me again.

"You remember that spot… forever, alright? That'll be our spot." He kissed my forehead for a moment before smiling at me. "Now, ready to go?"

I nodded rapidly. Everything was okay. Everything was normal again… uneventful.