[Draft] [BPOF] Prologue 2 - Grandmother's Last Words (Patreon)

My son died leaving just that note to you his son. He couldn’t even leave you a name as the clan took that as well when they exiled him. I don’t even have a name anymore though not exiled. That note is the last evidence of your parents existence but we can’t even keep that. Burn it into your memory before we burn it in the fire as the clan can’t ever find it.

*Cough*

He was a strong one. It took a full month after he wrote that before the clan killed him. I can’t really call it anything else. Even just being on the edge of the forest didn’t get him so they forced him to enter it to collect the herbs himself. A job for slaves and they forced it onto him, a clerk with no knowledge of how to do it or what to avoid. They didn’t even find his body.

*Co-Cough *

Things had been going fine for us or as fine as the clan would let it. You know your letters and numbers despite their attempts at stopping me from teaching you. However I am sick now. Maybe if they had given me medicine or herbs early on things would have worked out.

*Cough hack*

It is much too late now though so please escape. Once I am dead there won't be a direct living connection to the clan. They won't be as restricted then. I don’t know where you should head but anywhere else is better than here.

*Cough*

Ever since you got exiled here, the rest of the empire seems to have been doing better. Lands reconquered and revolts put down. No matter if they truly thought you a jinx it is now a truth for them.

*Cough*

I didn’t want to love you. However as you grew up that changed and now I love you as much as I loved my son.

*Cough*

The light is fading. Come and give grandma a hug to send her off now.

*Weeze*

Now be a good boy and live a good life...