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As much as I wanted to run and see if he was all right, a part of me was in terror.  I remained frozen in place.  He awoke within a few moments, appearing to be unaffected by the latter event.  He arose slowly, peered around the room, then without notice - he stormed out of the room in a rage of fury.

I crept behind him, hiding among the shadows of the falling sun.  We reached our home; he yanked a dagger from the hidden drawer, meant only to harm intruders.   He approached my mother from behind - as to give her a loving hug - but instead she was torn away from her duties…dragged outside by her hair like an animal - then thrown onto the snow like a rag doll.

Hiding to the side of house, shaking uncontrollably, I lay myself tight into a ball - staying as close as possible to the house.   The moonlight spilled luminously into the night - gleamed off the dagger - it arose and thrust into her soft tender flesh like warm butter…over and over.  My father stood over her like a starving madman carving his last feast.  I caught a glimpse of his pale, lifeless face - his eyes as hollow as the wind.

As my mother lay there fading in and out of consciousness, I heard my name.  That is about the time my sister arrived.   What happened next I will not describe, it is as cruel and tortuous enough to be seen - let alone remembered.  I will spare all the pain and agony I was forced to witness.

What happened next is unbelievable, even for myself.  As gentle as my soul was - my father deserved what he had coming.  While he was occupied and before he found me, I slipped quietly into the shed and grabbed my father’s axe.  My palms sweating, I gripped it tightly and slowly stepped behind him.  Since he was in a crouching position it was easier for me, I raised the axe high above my head and swung down as hard as I ever could….

I quickly gathered what I could carry to start my long journey to a place called New Brommell.  As a child I overheard tales from the Elders of places with warmth and beautiful trees…animals so gracefully wander the plains.  I so desperately wanted to leave the cold and haunted images of this place.  There was nothing left for me here, except bitterness.