Short Story
A Ranger's Life
My name is Elyana Rose. I am the oldest of three, but sadly I am the last of my tribe. My village was invaded just over a year ago, but I managed to escape into a nearby forest and I’ve lived in that forest alone ever since. I don’t necessarily like visiting towns, but I don’t really hate it either. I just prefer to be out in the wilderness. I’m twenty-one years old, and most people in my village were viewed as adults at the age of sixteen, which was the age my youngest brother was when I found him behind the house with a dagger in his stomach. I felt bad for leaving my village, but I was raised to believe that nature allows the strong to thrive and only the weak perish. Of course, I strive to make sure their names become legend, but I guess nature thought I was the only one strong enough to do it. Living in the wild has taught me to respect nature and I believe that nature is more important than the civilizations built that destroy it. I once read about a region called Solaria where nature is held to such a high regard. I really want to visit there one day, which is why I decided that I wanted to start an adventure. Solaria is just across the ocean and doesn’t seem like much of an adventure, so I’ve decided I want to make it a point to eventually travel to every region.
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By Traci Boyd5 years ago in Fiction
