Who I am is unimportant. What I am doing is irrelevant. My treasure I share with you are words, my story, and my knowledge. I cannot say I have wisdom. I hunger for learning, but I am not educated in the ways you may think.
See I am a sorceress, a priestess, and a fraud. I believe in magic, but I do not control it. I believe in the Spirit realm, yet I have not visited it. I believe in life, and good and love, but I have not experienced any. I am alone. I travel in search of hope, of peace, and a place to call home. I have not found that place.
I began my journey when I was a small child, before I could talk, my path was set for me. I knew nothing, I was open and vacant, thus that was why I was chosen. My training was to be a vessel to the spirits. A way for the sinner to commune with the gods. I could not speak until I was nearly in my eighth summer, and my words were slow. The teachers thought I was slow in wit and therefore useless.
Yet, they had already begun my training. Then they shunned be and tossed me aside. Tossed me to servitude. I was not useless. I knew my training. I am a good vessel, but a broken one in their eyes. They did not see, they could not see my potential. They failed the calling from the gods, I saw them for their worth, and they had fallen from the ways.
I began my journey with a single belief, Me. I am worth something, and I have found, I have no doubt of who I am yet I search for the place where I am to be.
This is who I am.
My name is Song~of~Light