Prologue

I have lived alone for as long as i can remember. My mother and big brother died due to a plague which wiped out almost half of the kingdom's population. I was so sad. They were the only ones who made me feel at home and safe. Mother always told me to be strong and never to let anything hold me back, even if it was her passing away. Those were her last words before she let out her last breath.

After a year, father got remarried and his new wife wasn't very fond of me. A little while later father moved out of the his wife saying that I was getting in the way of their relationship and that I was just burden. All that happened when I was twelve.

I've lived alone now for four years and have learnt to be grateful gor the life I've lived. You would expect that I'd beg father to stay but I just told him goodbye and he left. We were never close so it didnt pain me much. He always came by once in a while to say hello but that was just it.

I am not from this kingdom. Father, mother and brother were, so that led me to the conclusion that i was either adopted or picked from somewhere when I was a baby. I dont have any childhood memories at all. Its all just blank. My memory begins from when I was eight years old.

People never liked me. My skin was a little bit darker, my hair was curly instead of straight and I also had a little accent. Wherever I went people would just call me an outsider and sneer at me. Shockingly that never affected me. I just continued with my business. Traders were disgusted by me but they had to serve me if they wanted money. My boss was a little kind. Kind enough to give me a job which paid fairly well.

My little cottage was my safe heaven. I loved it cause it carried all my memories and was my only place. I was thankful to father for letting me have a place to live.

All of this, made me the Tatyana Jones I am today living in the all powerful Metuza Kingdom.