I have come to learn that people are normally drawn away from things with thorns. If you touch them, you wil get hurt and you may bleed. But if you look past the thorns and at the flower it protects, you will see that maybe the thorns aren't all that bad. That the pain is worth it. Because although there are thorns, the pain is nothing compared to the chance to hold the beauty of the rose in your hands...
I am the youngest daughter of a lowly, poor merchant. Well, at least that is what I am told. I was adopted at a young age. My parents had died and at the time, my adoptive father was wealthy and already had two daughters, but his wife wanted another and was unable to have anymore. So I was taken in by them. During a cold winter night, my adoptive mother had come down with a fever and she soon died. After that night, my father grew frail and we grew poor. We moved to the country and lived on a farm. I have to say that maybe it was better this way. It felt like we were more like a normal family, even though all my sisters did was complain. They were not used to working since we normally had servants to do the work for us. Life was rough and it still is. Yet I know that there is something much greater out there.
I have always wanted to leave our little village. All the story books I read as a child told me about these wondrous places that were far away from here. Some told of places unreal. It made me want to go far away from here...
And our story begins, in a little farm house...