"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore"
Well, you probably knew all that already…
Wren never wanted to become a bard (that was obvious to pretty much anyone) – She wanted to become a painter, a spinstress, a tender of animals, anything but a bad! But, being an only child and the last in line of generation's worth of bards, her parents thought over wise and, at 16, she was forced to Bard's College…
The bardic world seemed a little bit pointless to her – Life was for living, for any and all potential futures, not for living in the past or writing about ridiculous quests by raggedy questers sent by their s sovereignty or deities to find the Sword Of Aznagar or any other X of Ys. For this Wren deemed the profession 'pointless', lacking in meaning – Some decade soon she would be dead and buried, forgotten about forever. Yes, with any luck, her words, her chronicles, would live on, but it would be "them" who would be remembered, the 'questers' first as history and then as myth, but where would she be, where would Wren, a 13th generation bard stand in the annuls of time?! As much as she looked up to him as a role model and respected him as a hero, a legend, she would never be able to live 'up to' the standard set before her by Silver Tom…
But still, after numerous attempts at "persuasion", being the "good little girl" she was, always wanting to 'please' those around her, Wren begrudgingly agreed to be sent away to Fatherall's Bardic academy college the highest level of academy one could hope to attend the summer that she turned 16, where she was to be taught under the headmistress, Pendragon, an evil shrew who seemingly had nothing better to do than belittle her best attempts at mastering being a bard and to 'hang around' that slightly creepy purple genie…
As the following 10 years progress Wren became more adjusted to becoming a bard and, in spite of herself, she found herself becoming quite proficient at it (although, admittedly, she would never become as good as Silver Tom or some of her family who'd come before) but she tried, and so, not long before her 26th she received an epic of her very own, following a group of questers to the Temple Of All Dooms to recover and destroy the Sword Of Fighting for their Wicked Kings. This was to be her story, her chance to show the rotters at the academy that she didn't need to rely on her family name to succeed at anything!
Onward!