ELORA
Ever since I turned a slave back at Alkarod, peace and quiet became impossible for me and my family. If I wasn't beaten up, I was escaping beating and humiliation. Chaos was the order of the day and I expected it. I adapted to it and sought out seconds of quiet. Usually, I enjoyed being chained up in the cellars just because of the privilege to hear my thoughts and to remember the life I had before father was labelled a traitor.
Our life then had been filled with laughter as we were a close knit family. Father would go out hunting and return with the fattest deer he had found and we would have a large feast while mother played skilfully on the pianoforte. She was usually happy as long as she followed her tight routine. We loved mother despite her living with her peculiarities under
