m: sophia

6

all my life i have loved my purpose—my belonging. the Keeper let the Wardens take that from me. now that the dust has settled, i know  what i must do. i will not die an exile, choking on darkspawn blood, doomed to rot in some dwarven tunnel forsaken by every god with half a wit of sense. i will defeat the Taint, and live my own life, on my own terms, aiding those i feel deserve it.