The Need to Belong

I just finished writing the first chapter of Kymri's story, the first book of my new Dichotomies trilogy called (for now) Kymri Finds a Home. The first chapter is written in first person, though the rest of the book will not be. It tells the story of how Kymri came to the Avrom Range, the mountain spine of the country of Vomgar. Kymri was kicked out by her family and then her village, the village on Morcan on the edge of the Wermoc, nestled between two rivers that give the land life.
Kymri's family are farmers, as are most of the people of Morcan. Morcan lies in a fertile crescent of land, fed by a series of freshwater rivers that flow from the Arvom Range and empty into the Wermoc. Kymri is the third of three children. Her birth was difficult, and her sight was ruined as a result. Blind, Kymri is considered useless in her farming village. She cannot tend the crops. She cannot learn her lessons. She cannot provide for her family. And so, they throw her out once she is old enough to survive on her own in her mid-teens.
Kymri climbs into the Arvom Range, driven by a compulsion she can't explain. She wanders for weeks, cold, starved, and miserable.
Until she happens upon Sze's cave. There, she finds laughter and a teacher. For Sze has come from his country, Seic, to train Kymri. He knew she would come someday. And today was that day.
Sze will be Kymri's teacher. Until she becomes a fierce warrior, schooled in fighting and magic. She doesn't know that part yet.
Today, all she knows is the joy of finally being somewhere where she is wanted. A belonging.