My name is Rose, or so I was told. According to the years of man, I am 16 years of age. Some have always referred to me as the "General," though I do not know why.
I am a human, and I was born as one-I try to not remember the past, focus here and now, and hope for the best.
According to my close friends, I am tall and slender-they have always liked my curvy, chestnut brown hair. They always ask why I like to wear my favourite silver eye patch over my right eye. I have never told them why-I do not need to explain why I do things the way I do.
When strangers see me, the first thing they would see is the intensity of my left eye: blue and true.
I have a very peculiar habit: frequently tossing back my hair with my hand. I usually do this only when I am confident that I was right-about something, anything.
A Sentimental Value
Change has to come, and my life-my story, which I am about to note down in this diary-must move forward. The ring which I took would remind me of my past and what is left to be done.
It would lead me to the sword which I seek. The Ring of Solace.
Alice was her name-I met her at the tavern. She was dressed as a commoner, but I knew that she was anything but common, or ordinary, or normal.
I remember her first smile when she saw me. "Greetings, my lady," she extended her hand. She gave me that look which made me realised who she was: a knowing lady of pleasure. She knew that I realised that fact.
She did not need to say much after that realisation. She smiled once more and said, "I'm at your service, my lady."