You would think that your story would be to fight the Tyrant King. To become some beloved hero that would rise up to slay the armies of the Tyrant Kin... and fell the villain himself. To be praised and cheered for being the greatest of beings in the world... but you're not.You were an unloved villager in an unknown town living an insignificant life. You were born the bastard son of a tavern wench who was knocked up by a passing stranger one night. The moment she could, your mother abandoned you. "I am going to show dad this!" I said. Mom was speachless, "Where did you get that? You need to give that to me right now or you will be grounded!" I could see the fear in her face and knew I had some power over her. I ran to my room and mom started to cry and yelled at me some more. I slammed my door and all got quite. I could hear mom crying downstairs. Then mom came and knocked on my door. She wanted my phone . I told her no, it was hidden. She said she would do anything for me to not show. That was it! The source of the bad feeling! I needed to be assured that I looked good, no, more like assured I look 'sexy'. I was suddenly aware that I wanted that assurance from my brother of all people! He had released his grip on me, my legs had straightened and he sat beside me, we faced each-other and his hands were over mine on my lap. "Stacy you are an attractive person, really you are. I know I don't usually talk like this but you are an attractive person". He looked at me and smiled.. Anyway, it’s never come to that. It’s just easier to run them off when it’s clear that they aren’t going to poach an elk without a fight. They wouldn’t poach if they wanted to do things the hard way.’ ‘So how do I fit into this?’ ‘I thought we’d start by putting you behind the fence near the mouth of the V, where the drive will go right past you and you should get some good action shots. Then you’ll be close to the corral and you can move over there to follow the action. From there you can.