Trocia Part 3

"Lana"

 
           "At what time does one have to create her own fate?"
I ask myself as I sit in a tree looking to the pale blue sky. My family was uptight, they considered themselves royals, a class above everyone else. I was the sensible one in the family, the middle child, down to earth as my friends believed.
         Born to the family Aerisocal, the third child of Barthomerial and Anastasia. Today, I bear my soul, and my life to the paper before me, in hopes to remember where I came from, and how I got here. My parents, king and queen of the Celadian(K-ladian) Kingdom. Born third out of the throne's five children, and the second daughter. My father was an uptight man, unwilling to listen to reason, this is why I left.
         My uptight father wanted us all to be noble, to be wizards, scholars, and that happened, except for me. Once overhearing him and my mother talking I realized he thought of me as a disgrace to the family, a black duck of sorts. This is when it was decided I would leave.
          It was two o'clock in the early morning hours, on November the twenty-first, the rise of elves had just begun. The purple and black robes of my fathers blood left, leaving only the black robes of mystery, as I step from the palace walls and into the new world before me.