"Do you know what it means to 'be' Sonder? It means to have the deep realization that every passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own. I might not have been given a birthname, but I didn't need to be given the feeling of being Sonder."
Sonder doesn't recall much of her childhood, only because it's not a tale worth retelling. She was made fun of and casted aside for her tiny horns and thin physique.
Sonder grew up watching life take everyone else around her for great adventures, where as she would only be left behind if she didn't chose to follow in line and behind. She began a great writer, pouring into the pages of the remarkable stories of life around her. Sonder was an innocent spectator within a civil war between the elven races. Though she didn't take a side, she helped innocent families to Darkhaven as they remained neutral. During the civil war, Sonder did her best to tie herself to the hips of many warriors, recording their stories before they fell so they might live on after in her pages.
Sonder still travels the world to this day. As the world continues to turn, so do stories continue to be made, experiences in the making. Someone has to record them so that they could live on forever.
Sonder had a gentle, tired smile. Though she was weakened slightly from the long travel she had already endured, she still found more confidence in her words as they were scribbled into a page verses speaking them out loud. "No. No, thank you. And, absolutely not." Sonder chuckled nervously. "I'm a record keeper of the people who are striving for all the things you mentioned." She squared up her shoulders. A seemingly more proud stance, however, it was only to adjust the book heavy backpack behind her. "I'm the transcriber for the stories the world will find great one day." She looked around, taking in her first gaze of the city. Most weary travelers might have been looking for an inn to rest and eat, however, Sonder wouldn't be caught sleeping as life bustled around her. Sleep can wait, life moved on without you if you drag your feet too much. "So, if you will excuse me, Sir." She flashed a smile. "It's time to meet the next great hero of my archives." Sonder said before beginning to wander into the city.
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