My keeper wasn’t one woman, it came in the form of a five-year-old girl. It took me one moment with her to fall in love with the kid and another moment to fall in love with her mother.
Today as I slip this ring on my pregnant wife’s hand I bind my keepers to me. My wife once told me that I had to find River’s keeper. What she didn’t realize was that my keeper came to me.
It all started the day I killed a frog name, Grogg.
Our world is not for the thin blood, it is not for the weak that prey on those weaker.
Our world is for survivors. Whether it be for those who appear fragile yet stand tall. Or for those who crawl.
Our world is for survivors.
For those who had looked death in the eyes and said ‘fuck you’.
A year ago I was just a man with a past and present. Today I am a man with a future.
I came back to Kanla to save a girl named Beggar and my journey to find her was one I would always remember as the story behind finding River’s keeper.
P. S To read the rest of Beggar’s story please read Zero and Beauty’s Breath next.