When you read this, I've already slipped away under the cover of the night. I will never be the daughter you wanted, father. Obedient, silent, and dull... I've no apologies left to give. I'm born for greater things! Adventure! For people to call out to me! I want to be more than "Eryn the farmhand". You will hear from me again! A bright light in the night sky! For when I lock my arms around something of value — something special, beautiful as morning dew —... I won't let go! — Eryn