I’ve always known I was different. I also know my parents are not my blood parents, even though they’ve always treated me like their own and given me a good home.
Everything I know about engine repair and woodworking I’ve learned from Finn, my dad. When I was a young kid, he taught me how to track and hunt game. My mom, Emma, took me on scavenging trips through the woods to gather medicinal plants, roots and berries. She’s a biology teacher at the high school, but also learned a lot about local plants from her granny. By the time I was ten, I could spot a medicine plant in the woods and had an idea how to use it.
And then there were the runes. My dad could read them. I know he sometimes made decisions depending on the runes. Mom talked a lot about family and showed me the old photo albums. I didn’t tell her then, but I recognized most of her ancestors. She and Dad never explained how I came to them, but early on they told me I was adopted. I knew that anyway.
I’ve always know who I am, but not where I belong. I can walk between worlds.
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