In my language Marilel means Daughter of the Rose, and much like the rose with a thorny stem, I have deveoped a prickly exterior to protect a fragile blossom.

I remember when I was five, I went with my mother to the market were she kept a small flower stall. The market was busier than usual that day and I recall a certain electricity in the air, I should have listened to my mother and stayed by her but I couldn't resist following a balloon that waved in the air just ahead of my chilld's grasp. Before I knew it I was lost, nothing surrounding me looked familiar and I started to cry. What I thought was a kind lady offered her assistance, but when I took her hand and her claw-like nails dug into my flesh I knew I had made a mistake.

She sold me to slave trader and thus began a thirteen year period of being owned. Throughout that time I saw the worst in man, regular beatings and constant verbal cruelty ruled my days, I learned to keep a stony exterior and to never trust anyone.  When I was eighteen I was sold once more, this time sentenced to the harem of a Tribal Chief. I was bound in chains and put on a small sailing ship.

Two weeks into the voyage, a huge storm came up blowing the small ship off course and causing it to crash into the cliffs of an unknown land. I was thrown from the ship and darkness enveloped as I felt myself being pulled under the surf.

I awoke alone in a Paper Cabin and immediately noticed that I was not chained and there were no locks on the door. I began looking around and that is when I found the scroll...

I have been here a few days now and have had several strange experiences. I sense a magic about this place, especially when I am in the forest or near the water. I am careful to only practice my weaving with dead or dying reeds until I learn more about this land. I have encountered many dangerous and amzing creatures here, and feel a long awaited satisfaction at being able to own a few of them as I've been owned for so long. This feeling of power over other souls is strong, but I do not want to succumb to this darkness as this is the first chance I have had in thirteen years to experience kindness (Thank you Fenrir Greycloth)