3. Rags to Riches (part 1)

          “You couldn't possibly tell all that just by looking at my hands!” she gasped in disbelief.

          “I can tell many things about a person from their hands. I can see what their occupation is, their general age, and how hard they’ve worked just by glancing at their palms,: The captain boasted, crossing his arms across his chest, a sly smile upon his face. “So, tell me if I’m right, or prove me wrong. I’ve told you a bit of my past, now it’s your turn to spill, my lady.”

          “Well, err... I... umm,” she started, nervous as always. Taking a deep breath and straightening her back, she began again, “My name is Hataru Orfanos-Catomerus, princess of Trellisaina, daughter of King Isicar the Clement. Albeit, it wasn’t always so. Years ago, when I was only eight years of age, I was practically living on the streets in a port city in my country of birth, Marcelia. My mother had grown ill and was near death, and over grieved by her state, my father began wasting away the small amount of money he earned as a blacksmith’s assistant by gambling at card games. I was forced to fend for myself and try to care for my sickly mother without any financial support to call a doctor. My clothes were made of rags I had found in the tailor’s garbage; I stole stale and burnt bread from the baker’s dumpster. Hunger and Coldness were my only friends.

          “Then one night, I came across a remarkable amount of money. For a moment, I thought that my luck was about to change, alas, I was wrong. I tried, oh, how I tried to hide it from my irresponsible father, but he had a way of sniffing out every single coin, like a sickly dog cleaning the floor of crumbs with its tongue. Needless to say, the cash was gone by morning. My mother gave up the fight for life soon after that, and my father was arrested for not paying the royal taxes. Mourning over my losses, I was completely alone in the world and had nowhere to go. After months of tears and an empty stomach, I, only a mere child, had lost the will to live. I stopped scavenging for scraps of food and slept on the street, but somehow I survived the harsh winter.

The End

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