Monday, September 27

Never Look Back

Once I write this entry, I will never look upon it again. It is so anyone who finds these logs will know of my past.

I was born on Teonusude VII - Moon 1 near the Vherokior tribe Treasury. I often lie about this and say my family is in the Heimatar region of Minmatar space, only because I do not wish word of my location getting back to them. My father worked in the Treasury office. My mother maintained a small business, a trading post of sorts in the town area. I grew up hearing the stories of travelers as they passed through, either on journeys of business or exploration. I was the youngest of three children, all girls. My sisters were content to live their days on Teonusude, working in the shop, raising families, but I was the wild card. 



One day, an Amarrian man came to the trading post. He was not handsome per se, but he told fascinating stories of journeying all over the cluster, exploring, meeting new people. I was captivated. That same evening, he found me cleaning up and pulled me aside, saying he had never seen anyone more beautiful and that I was too good for this kind of life. My naive heart was taken in. He offered me freedom and I foolishly accepted. 



Two years later, I found myself stranded on Deltole. No money. No food. No home. A passing corporation CEO found me, huddled in an alcove, nearly starving. He took me in and took care of me. For that, I am forever loyal to him and will follow him no matter where he goes.



I have often passed the moon where I was born, thinking about docking at the station and going to see them, but I know I will be met with hatred. I have shamed my family. I can never go home.

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