A Sentimental Value
As I prepared to leave the home I have lived in for 16 years, I remembered about that ring my mother gave me when on the night of that banquet, just hours before her death. It was a plain and simple ring, but she told me that it was a family keepsake, given from the 12th Ruler of Kings to my great- great grandfather. It was given to our family because of what my great- great grandfather did during the Great War. He was a war hero. That ring was one of the reasons why my father became the mayor of that village and if I kept it with me, It could have some use to me. In the larger cities, I could probably use the ring as a pass to get some privileges royals have. As I searched the entirety of the house, finally in my room I found the ring. It was kept in a engraved wooden box padded with red velvet. When I saw that box, it reminded me of my mother, who I still miss terribly. Putting it into my pack, I said a final goodbye to the house, closed the gates, and set out on the journey that would bring me glory!