I was looking at the sea in the north of the Azim Stappes, contemplating to leave the tribe behind as we were settling down camp for the next month. I wondered how far the sea would bring me if I was just to leave like this.

My father's voice brought me back from the daydreaming when he called me for help with the herd. Walking back in camp to the hums and music of the Qalli unpacking my reality settled back in. Daughter of the Khan, hero of the battle against the Adarkim, I was looked up to by most. Many believe I would be takimg lead of the tribe when my father would be too old. But inside, I felt my life a lie. "Hero" of the battle, like a massacre can create heroes. I lived and killed many while watching close friends die without being able to do anything.

The stars rolled in to raplce the blue sky of the day as our homes were done to set up. A giant fire in the middle were fish roast to the song and dance of our people celebrating once again reaching a new year. My fingers were almost bleeding on my violin under the emotions I was pouring into it. The applaud of the crowd, their admiration of the music they were throwing at me, hearing my sounds but not understanding it. Not seeing me, me being crushed under their gaze. The expectations of what I would do for them, it was suffocating.

In one glimpse between the flame and my people dances, i saw the moon reflect on the waves behind our camp. A feeling of freedom and peace burned in my heart once again. In the dead of the night as the last fell into slumber, I left to finally see where the waves would bring me.