I was born in Dùnrath in southern Norland. I have no brothers or sisters. My mother was a homemaker and my father was a fisherman and merchant, selling what he caught to support us. Growing up I looked just like my mother. She would teach me how to sew and weave, and my father would tell me how to cook different fish.
My father died while fishing, when a thunderstorm brewed over the water. My mother was devastated, and we were forced into poverty without him there to support us. I remember how we would visit his grave, and she would always leave a nightglow flower by the headstone, to guide him through the dark.
When I was 16, my mother died. She had been sick for a few months, and was too weak to carry on. I've been on my own ever since. I've never met my mother's sister or any of my cousins, and I don't think they know she's gone. I didn't have any friends as we lived a fairly rural life, no neighbours less than a 10 minute walk away. It's lonely being all by myself, but I'll get by, I'll make friends, I'll find more family to be there for me.
