IX-A family, finally!
Shortly after, I asked to formally return within mowers Souls by filling out the questionnaire in force at the time. Two days later, Lizzy, to whom I entrusted my approach, I handed a sealed envelope bearing the arms of the guild. I eagerly opened it to read the letter covered with fine writing and nervous.
- So? my landlady asked me. Are you accepted?
- I do not know, "I replied, handing him the parchment. Lilith invited me to join her in the hall of Camelot medallions in the evening. You think it's a good sign? I added anxiously.
- The tone of the letter is friendly and if you do proper not, it certainly would not have bothered to move, do not you think?
- I suppose ... I said with a smile.
hours waiting for centuries seemed to me then that me bound ball gradually throat at the idea of a refusal. I was telling myself that this would not be the end of the world, there were other guilds could meet me, I could not control the anxiety. Be rejected once again find myself once again homeless, without family, was unbearable. I needed to be recognized as a child by her parents on the day of his birth, also need to be supported, carried by the protective arms. I was so tired of having to walk alone all these years without anyone to relieve me when I fell and to encourage me to continue my journey. All my hopes on that day based on mowers ...
I arrived well ahead in the first-floor room of the castle. I saw Lilith who was waiting at the other end of the hall and walked towards her with a hesitant step. The smile that lit up her face in my approach left me no doubt about the answer she would give me. My heart leapt in my chest when she spoke up
- Kalliope, I am pleased to tell you your integration into our community.
She put a pin in my hand mowers to arms and a purse containing some gold pieces.
- I hand you your official badge Hoods as well as funds to buy you quality material.
She took me in his arms while I stifled a sob with pain relief.
- Thanks! Oh thank you, Lilith!, I managed to stammer while tears of joy rolled down along my cheeks.
- Welcome to our family young minstrels and remember, one day Mower, Mower forever.
Then she added, eyes sparkling with mischief:
- The tu is de rigueur here. He'll have to get used.
- I Promised hiccuping, laughing and crying at once.
His tone then became more serious
- I wish I had a ceremony with all our sisters to your arrival, but we go on mission in a few hours and I'm expected to finalize details. Since I do not want to make you wait longer, I preferred to see you alone tonight. I hope you do not want me.
- How can I blame you Then you just fill me, I reassured her.
After a final hug, she went to the dealer medallions and I returned to the hostel to Lizzy announce my entry into the guild, his heart filled with joy and a head full of dreams ...
Today, I just reach my 36th circle and I was promoted Mower Accomplished by my peers, my pending status when, Mower Confirmed my turn, I will win the right to wear my armor epic. Although I too rarely for my taste with my friends, my work and my studies took me considerable time each meeting delights me and I thank the gods every day for the gift they gave me. I finally found my family! Since I am among my sisters, there are parties, others have joined us. We have experienced ups and downs, moments of intense exultation and other deep disarray. But whatever the hardships I go through, the mowers will remain my home, those with whom I resource, those for whom I fight. They are my reason to live in this world so cruel and violent what Camlann.
Thank my friends, my sisters, my dear Mowers. I love you ...
The Mowers Souls of
F Logan Club Amazons, women burning
A economies, complicit, beautiful lovers
U ned as the fingers of one hand
C hevauchant the same fate
H habilis in weapons
É moved to see the tears
U LTIM hope of the oppressed
S ouhaitant avenge their honor
E Islands form family, clan
S ymbole strong feelings
OF be argued that any string
A ith time, can break
M ais all difficulties
E Islands have always overcome
S years rage without fear and without hatred
Illustration: Francis Manapul for "7 warriors"
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