The Prisoner of Fate: The Hidden Legacy by Jacob L. White

of your form," Ian added. As was our family custom, I went to my knees and awaited my punishment for losing my weapon. "Sorry, brother." The pommel of his sword connected with my temple. At first, it sent stars to my vision, but after another hit, I was out. * * * I woke up to water dripping into my eye. "Ow." I groaned as I brushed away the dampened cloth and tried to sit up. "Not yet, missy." It was still unreal to hear her call me that sometimes. It was only in these secluded moments that she let her guard down. I was the seventh daughter of a seventh son. Every generation hopes to have a seventh son of a seventh son. Thus, bringing honor and power to the family and the seventh. "Yes, mother." I also noticed she had done me the favor of wrapping my breasts for me. "Need I explain how dangerous that was... again?" My mother asked. I shook my head. "No ma'am." She continued to clean my wound as I remembered back to that day. I was taken into this very room where my mother explained that I was never to tell anyone, not even my brothers, that I am female. I was five. So, here I am at eighteen cycles old and everyone around me thinks of me as a sacred son. I know why my mother hid this from the village, but I never understood why she kept it from the family. If anything, they should be in on it, too. I never knew my mother’s mind; all I had were theories. Maybe she was too ashamed that she couldn’t have one last son. “What’s the reason we are hiding again?” I pushed. “You know