Create a New Forum Admin Login Member Login Contribute to Voyager Search VoyForums Help Desk VoyForums Exchange VoyForums Directory/Categories VoyForums Homepage VoyForums News FAQ - Frequently Asked Questions

[ Show ]

Support VoyForums

[ Shrink ]

VoyForums Announcement: Programming and providing support for this service has been a labor of love since 1997. We are one of the few services online who values our users' privacy, and have never sold your information. We have even fought hard to defend your privacy in legal cases; however, we've done it with almost no financial support -- paying out of pocket to continue providing the service. Due to the issues imposed on us by advertisers, we also stopped hosting most ads on the forums many years ago. We hope you appreciate our efforts.

Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your contribution is not tax-deductible.) PayPal Acct: Feedback:

Donate to VoyForums (PayPal):

[ Login ] [ Main index ] [ Post a new message ] [ Search | Check update time | Archives: 1, 2, 3, [4] ]

Subject: Hard facts Author: Namün [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 20:53:27 04/23/02 Tue "You don't need to apologise," Namün reassured the king, "you couldn't have done anything to prevent it." But a chance had come, and she took it. This could be her one chance to make a difference. Indifferent to her own pain, she opened the king's eyes to a whole new world. "I never knew my father. From what my mother told me, he was a nobleman. He had an affair with my mother, then left her when he got her pregnant." Her voice hardened with contempt. "He paid her to keep quiet, to save his honor. She never told anyone the truth, not even me. I think part of the deal between them was that he would pay for my education. Mother wanted me to be able to do something with my life. Someone tutored me- I wasn't allowed to mix with the nobles in their own schools." The hurt of that rejection was still in her now, amongst all the other hurts done to her. Sadly, she continued. "I wanted to become a healer. I wanted to help people. I grew up amongst all this poverty, and I thought I was in a position to try to make their lives better. My father was going to pay for the training. But then my mother died. And once she was dead, I got nothing. I have no idea who he is, so I had no way of exposing him. As soon as he knew he was safe, I was cast out like rubbish. I still had a little money left, so I began my training anyway. And then this happened." She touched the scar. "Healers fees are expensive. Before he would save my life, the man took all the money I had. Even now, I'm still in debt. I had to take the job here to try to pay it off. I'm trapped." She leant in close to him, emphasising her every word. "That's what life is like for the people out there. You sit in here, telling me you have a little spare time in which to listen to what's happened to me. And it's nothing. It happens to girls like me all the time, and there's no one to help. And for the people in the slums it's far, far worse. Only those with the money to pay for healing get it, the rest are left to die. Everyone's out for what they can, in order to survive. They have nothing else. Don't sit here and tell me you're sorry, do something about it. Please." [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]