Faint voice

I was born as the supposed next chief of our settlement. That was supposed to be my future, if only I had been born as a boy...

From the moment I was born into this world, I felt an immediate hatred toward my own existence. My father hated me simply because I was a woman, and the entire village supported him, gradually treating me with the same hatred and disappointment.

My mother, however, was different.

She was the only person who never looked at me as though my birth had been a mistake. Unfortunately, she later died during one of her travels when a creature suddenly lunged at the plium she was riding, taking her life before she could return to our settlement.

I was only eight years old when my father finally broke.

Unable to bear the death of his wife, he began searching for someone to blame, and somehow, that person became me. He blamed me for her death, as though my existence alone had brought misfortune upon our family.

"Get out."