Haku's account
Part the first
I have little concrete memories of my early years, and most of what I now know about my family came from overhearing conversations… afterwords. What little I have are... mixed. They are happy memories, but so tainted by what is to come. Like watching a deer play while a mongrel-dog slinks in the background, ready to pounce. I am especially conflicted about my father, should I rember the love he had for me back them happily? Or knowing what I know now, should I see him as the monster he was?
My father was a landowner. He owned almost all of the island I grew up on, save the town and port. One day her grew deathly ill, and no medicine could cure him. It was then that my mother appeared. No one knew where she came from, but she claimed to be able to heal him, and made good on her claim. After that they fell in love, or at least married. I don't know if she ever truly loved him, or just needed the protection. My early life was sheltered, and I wanted for nothing.
Then came the day my father found out. Discovered my bloodline, realized that my mother had been fleeing the purges. He killed my mother, and then came to kill me. To "destroy the taint", but my bloodline was strong, even if I wasn't, and I killed him instead. I don't remember much else. The servants heard the commotion and began running, and I ran from them, it all seemed like a dream.
Then next few day… weeks? Were horrible. I was chased off by people I had known my entire life. Attacked by peasants who would come for my families favor not days earlier. The hunger was bad, but the abandonment and loneliness were the worse. I hid on a ship to the mainland, hoping to get away. But the city was even worse. I….I do not wish to dwell on it.
The Lord Zabuza came, and rescued me. He saw me grumbling in the dirt, a filthy urchin, and he came for me. He saw I did not have the will to be strong. So he gave to me his own will. He became the will that bolstered my will. And he made me into a weapon. After traveling with Lord Zabuza I truly understood nobility. The landowners and governors are mere charlatans, playing off nobility. It is the warrior who are the true nobles. Fencing, dueling, knighthood, all are the echo's of warriors.
I was not strong, but Lord Zabuza has made me so. And for him I will be as hard as my ice. For him I will turn my tears into needles. For him I will freeze my heart.
Written by clockworkchaos.