A Samsin Mini story.
My dad used to tell me the story of a little girl who was destined to become a warrior. At that time, I had hated him. He had taken me from what I had once considered home. I would sit in the massive room he had given me. A room fit for a princess. A room that contained more than I have ever had before it. He would give and give without me asking trying to find a way to get me to trust him.
I would sit between the wall with the massive window that had been nailed shut after I had escaped the first time and a wardrobe. I wouldn't eat. I wouldn't talk. I would just sit there and sometimes when I had the energy I would cry because I didn't understand what was happening to me.
My father was twenty at the time he had taken me in. He had rescued me from the he
