-This chapter is written using Anna's POV-
My father died young. He was also a soldier... I don't remember him very well. Nor does my World.
But I remember my Mother.
She was very hardworking... This might have been true for both of them, but... she was the one who took care of me for most of my life...
As a kid, I felt guilty seeing her sacrifice herself so hard for me.
I felt like she deserved to be happier. I could tell that she was a bit lonely, and all she did every day was watch over me... but she was still young and pretty, so surely she could find someone if I wasn't in the way.
So, I decided to leave the house as soon as possible. My Gift had an obvious use for combat, so I trained diligently to become strong and eventually reach the position of knight.
