I am Xena Baal and I am now an orphan.

Last week I buried my parents and inherited what little my father had to give. I have built a fishing building and battled against warriors stronger than me and lost. I may have tasted defeat but I have learned and I grow stronger for it. My wounds are clean and wrapped for my late mother taught me wound tending along with other skills a woman needs to know.

How to balance my roles as warrior and being a woman will be hard in the foreseen future. I am alone at the moment and answer to no one with the exception of my Lord, Welalurd. The lessons he teaches are helping and I am surviving. However, I know soon things will change.

Nothing says the same here. The lessons my father taught and the instructions Welalurd gives show that life is ever changing, just like the Seasons. My fate and that of my future lurks in the Fog of Tomorrow and I must be strong, brave, and courageous to meet and survive.

Come to me Fate! Show me my destiny. I remember my parents faces as I face Tomorrow. One day, my face and name will be remembered too.