Off in the distance passed the field, there was another tree line. It looked like something man-made was there. Made of wood, it blended in with the trees, devoid of their green leaves to fully obscure it from view. Considering I hadn?t seen anything besides nature?s winter glory for quite some distance, I was curious as to what it could be. I made my way there as I considered what had brought me here.
Before I found myself in Rhydin, I spent my life in Ireland.
I grew up on the small island of Toraigh; Tory Island as it is now known to most. Located nine miles off the northern coast of Ireland, the island is a mere three miles long, and just a little over a half mile wide. I once explained this to someone and they joked that the island was so small, it could be carpeted. Last I heard, there were about one hundred people living there now. Someone once said they, too, grew up in a similarly small town, but at least they were not isolated on an island. Even today, there is just a simple ferry that travels to and from Tory Island to mainland Ireland in County Donegal. The ferry doesn?t even accept today?s modern day cars, though it runs close to daily now. When I was there, it might have been a month before another boat would cross the waters to bring us trade goods.
It was truly like we lived in our own little world, but my own world was even smaller. My mother died when I was young. I don?t remember her, aside from what my father told me about her. He never told me about her death, though. It pained him and it pained me to ask him. It was the only time I saw my pillar of strength cry.
My father was a simple fisherman. Only staying around our local waters, he went out in his own small boat. I would go out with him on occasion, sometimes helping to catch fish in our nets. He mostly brought home mackerel and Pollack from what I can remember. I would help prepare them for trade at the local market. Other times, we would go out for fun, sailing or rowing around the island. He said I was sailing. I did the best I could for a small child, but looking back, I know he was doing all the work. I loved him for that.