Three years. Three years confined to a bed. Three years with nowhere to go, nobody to talk to, trapped inside my own head.
Three years ago, an arrow nearly pierced my heart. Three years later I awoke to find my life had been stolen from me. An Elf of Lothlorien sat by my side, but would not tell me who she was, nor why she was helping me. As soon as she released me, I found Hawthorn. I continue to be amazed by this horse’s loyalty…to remain at my side for three years without a care for herself. It truly touched me.
I rode to Beaconwatch to see my Thane. I was denied entry.
For three years, someone else had been doing my job. Living my life.
How could I live with that? How can I face my family, knowing what I had let happen? My indecision nearly cost me my life. Who knows how many others it cost?
I’m leaving.
