My name is Emery Tudnor and this is my story.
I never really knew my real parents. The moment I was given birth to, I was sold off.
I always wondered, why didn't my parents need me? Was I ugly? Did they just take a look at me and decide "Nay, we mustn't keep this unsightly, little child. Let us proffer it to someone else."
No, I amn't that ugly. My silver hair is rather eccentric, lovely for some, awful for others.
So why was I given up? Just why? Was I the cause of my own mother's death? Hopefully not...but even if I was, had I done it by intention? Never. So was I a product of the ignorant mistakes of one man and a woman? Most probably.
