AN: This is my entry for the Bender Challenge. It is part of the Tides of Chaos Collection.
Prompt #13
Prologue:
The story, so far, has been told many times, and it has been written down by many, but a lot of things remain unmentioned. I will not say that I, or I alone, know the truth, I only know my side of the story.
"When did this happen?" people would ask if I wouldn't provide them with an explanation. For that reason, I've decided to add a prologue.
My part of the story begins in the time of my youth, before the people of my tribe considered me an adult. Where it ends, that I will discuss in the Epilogue I hope to finish once.
I was told that I once had a mother, but I never knew her. I was raised by my father, who was temporarily relieved of all his duties so he could devote all his time to raising me. He was both my father and mother at the same time, but it made me act less girly than the other girls of the tribe.
He tried his best, though, and we grew close.
My father taught me all he knew, and what he left out, Kaya, the chief's wife, taught me.
I became the person I am, because of how those two raised me.
All I write down is the truth, from my perspective. I have tried to be honest about myself and about my people, like I've been honest about the other nations.
When I write, I know not if I will ever be able to finish this; I know only that I will write, until I die, or death finds me.