"I was born over two hundred years ago in a small village far to the north of here. Past the mountains but still technically in Ibudal. At least that's what the King at the time thought, though we lived separately from the nation's people. I belonged to a clan of fierce warriors, and as a lad, I learned to hone my skills," Ender began. In truth, he wasn't sure where to start in the tale and thought the beginning would be best.
Caroline turned and rested her arms over his knees as she sat on the floor in front of him. Her hair long since freed of any snags or snarls from Ender's brushing. Good gods, she was beautiful, staring up at him with eyes round in wonder. He ran a hand through her still damp hair and continued.
