I awoke that morning to find the letter. It
was left at the foot of my bed sometime during the night. It had been raining. The air
smelled of pine.
The letter was addressed to me, Jerunell. It was from my
father. It read:
"Son,
I have been called upon. I must leave upon a great journey. Innoruuk has arisen. My skills
are needed to defeat the enemy. I hope you understand. I will return when my work is done.
Goodbye.
Your father."
I never saw my father again. That was 5 years ago. He taught me his trade. He taught well.
My father was a bard as I am a bard...by birth.
As I depart from the safety of Kelethin into the vast world, I think back to my father's
teachings and feel secure. I hope to see the world. I hope to find friends along the way.
I hope I am ready...am I father?
