My Last Confession
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Title: My Last Confession
Author: Fallon Ab'Arawn
This fever is plaguing me to no end. I fear it shall be my end. In fact, I know it. Those who read this after I depart this cruel world, know that I knew of my demise ahead of time. But, not before I correct the wrongs I have committed.
Aye, I am the wife of Barnes Noble, aye, I am mother to Ceridwyn and Siren, and our adopted daughther, Myrrima. But I am mother to another, as well. Ceinwyn, thou art my child. You know much of the story already, yet the woman you grew up with was not your mother. She took you in to aid me. You must understand, at the time, I was alone, and on my own. I had not met Barnes, or seen the world. All I had ever seen was the small shop that my parents kept.
None of us were prepared for the attack that day, upon the town of Trinsic. I was hanging our laundry in the yard, when I heard a horrendous noise. The city walls burning to the ground. It was terrible.
Monsters, horrible monsters came that day. I stood in shock, as a dark man approached me, with hate in his eyes. A strange color, those. Violet, a violet I had never seen before. He advanced on me, and I, afraid and frozen with shock, just stood there.
He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me into our house. He proceeded to rape me, all the while uttering curses and insults at humanity. As if through me, he was taking revenge. I later learned that he was a Drow Elf. I also learned that I was pregnant. My parents sent me away until my daughter was born.
Then, Ceinwyn, you began living with my very much older sister. Our parents hoped for a suitable match for me, as we were in dire need of gold. And so, they married me to the first available decent fellow of worth, Barnes. Noone was ever to know of this.
Though my sister harbored resentful feelings, I hope she showed you no ill-will, Ceinwyn. We did what we had to do. I used to visit you, to watch you play, and see how you grew. I did not know how bad things were until later, or I would have taken you home with me. I think that mayhap I feared you.
For you resembled that Drow incredibly. They must have strong traits, to see nothing of me in you, but your skintone. I regret that it has taken me this long to recount this tale. I know it will come as a shock to all of you. I beg that you time has ended. Weird, I feel suddenly, so terribly weak....---The rest of the sentence is a scribbled line that continues up, over, and onto the next page---Wet spots dot the page, as if tears fell---