Chapter one · Rowan Ashvale
Somewhere I can learn.
Before the shield, there was the woodpile. Hear Rowan tell the story of the day she finally left Ashvale.
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The winter I left Ashvale, there was always one more thing someone needed.
Another fence to mend. Another load to carry. Another reason to stay.
Then my grandmother put my traveling pack beside the door. “You’ve taught us how to manage, Rowan,” she said. “Now you have to let us.”
I reached the guild carrying a shield, a change of clothes, and enough food for two. Traveling alone still felt wrong.
At the gate, someone asked what I was looking for. I had practiced saying “work.” Instead, I said, “Somewhere I can learn.”
They opened the door.
