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This is a long, desperate story. Adventure, surprise and fights around each new corner. This is my story, of how I figured out who I was, who I am.
It was just another normal day for me, in the suburbs of the city of Karmoure, which dwells at the very left of Ainran.
I, of course, lived in the lowers area, the common-or-garden area. The place for people like me. The ones, who can’t afford to live healthily, constantly overrun with illness and poverty. The scum of Ainran.
But this was life in the Lowers and it would never change.
It hadn’t always been this way for us; we used to live in the Mids, be part of their community and had a lifestyle of the average person.
We would have electricity all through the day, not just in the mornings and evening. We would have hot water, and clean houses, bug-free beds and moderately easily-obtained food.
It wasn’t like life in the Highers at all, but it was certainly above the Lowers.
We had lived there, in practical paradise, until our father left. Masami, our dad, didn’t to leave of course, who wants to leave their children? But, he had to.
He was called to a quest by the Trivelta, and everyone knows you can’t refuse them. It’s like stealing 4 goats with 20 farmers sitting around. Stupid, pointless, and will probably end you up in jail, shot or beaten.
So he went, and we were soon moved to the Lowers.
There was just the 4 of us, living alone.
My big brother Tobiah, who was ultimately left in charge, but we all know that’s me in the day, when Tobi has to go to work.
There’s Mune, my little brother. He wants to work like Tobi, but we don’t let him for fear out his safety. Felice is my little sister, the youngest of us, so innocent looking, but her little shoulders carry the world. It’s her I feel worst for. She’s so young, she should be running freely, playing with the other boys and girls, but she’s stuck here with us, the shame of the town. They blame us as if it’s our fault.
Then there’s me, Amira. I’m here to look after the children, clean and cook, like any good housemother. Except, the children aren’t mine, and I’m too young tobe doing this. I should be in school, but like everything else, that’s been stripped from me.
This is my story, and what a sorry story it is.
