The flat side of the sword hit my shoulder, it slighty brushed against the side of my neck like a poison ivy leaf pleasant  to look at unpleasant  to feel. Be strong I said to myself i’m a boy now, boys don’t cry. At that very moment I had flashbacks of my young life before,  forget about the sewing forget about the cooking for get about the ideal life of a women. It’s over now things have changed, I have changed and I will never go back to who I was before. I have spent to many years preparing for this I have committed many sins all for this, all for what I want to do in life. All those years everyone thought I was in a guild doing what “girls” do. But I fooled them all I didn’t want to make things for men who are so self absorbed to even realize what’s going on. I wanted to save people so instead of working in guilds I started training. Harder and harder each day. It wasn’t easy but I wouldn’t give up.

Look at where I am now standing before one of the most powerful people the King. A king who doesn’t realize that I am his precious daughter who was so nice and kind who never lied. But he thinks she’s gone, him along with many others, he thinks a peasant killed her. Now a peasant is lying in a dungeon starving. But that’s what men get! They’re just so selfesh they don’t realize that they can be and do whatever they want. But I can’t.  I look at him and I want to say “Father” but I can’t. I would blow my cover, but for now I say father in my mind and I know he thinks of me everyday.