Matrinails 18
Dear Falon,
I have such bad news for you: there appears to be a Blight in Ferelden. A Blight! Can you believe that? Darkspawn and maybe an archdemon! Father has received word from the king that he must join forces with him at an old ruin in the Korcari Wilds. Ostagar, I believe. Even the Grey Wardens will be there along with teyrn Loghain's men. Oh I wish I could be a Grey Warden. They go everywhere and see everything. And the darkspawn! They fight darkspawn and stop Blights. Heroes of Legend, they are. I hear they are recruiting for the Blight, but I am positive father would refuse strongly. But from what I had heard, Grey Wardens travel all over Thedas, going to where the darkspawn are a threat. Oh how I wish I could be one. It would be so amazing. Listen how I speak like a child, with hopes of being one of the strongest warriors, riding griffons and fighting off a terrible and evil force. I wonder what it would be like to be one though.
I trained Oren again. He has been doing well, and even when Fergus walked in on us. He gave him a few tips and helped me with the training. I know full well he will not tell Oriana of this. She'd have my head if he did so. I hope to let him use a real sword soon. I even teach him how to care for a mabari and teaching him about them. I hope Oriana lets him have one someday. Of course, it'd have to be the one that doesn't break into the larder and drive Nan crazy day after day.
I hope that I will get my chance to do what I wish when I am a bit older. It is strange how most people would think that being second to the crow and one of the most powerful nobles is very wonderful. Honestly, it's not. I haven't same freedom as many other people have. I am so secluded—isolated!—and the farthest I've been is Denerim. And only when I had been fifteen. I feel like a caged bird that wants to be free and flap her wings. I want to fly through the air and go where I wish and do what I want and no one to say otherwise. But I have a better chance at defeating the Blight than being able to do so. But I am not sure what my future holds, but I await it, whether I am ready or not.
I can feel the fall in the wind, and I know it will be getting cold soon. I hope this winter will not be as terrible as the last, but still as fun.
Yours, Vercy.