Role

Chapter 5

8:00 P.M the Day of Thunder, the 18th of the Month of Futility, 10 years after they found me

Today has been nothing short of dreadful. Kaeryn spilled her juice all over
my waybread and consequently my lap this morning. The malicious simple minded
fool.

We had morning calligraphy and afternoon archery lessons today. Masi was of
course most critical of my letters. This routine is growing tiresome, I know
my writing is more beautiful than any of my classmates. My letters more
refined are more refined and elegant for all the criticism they impart on me.

The adults have always watched me more closely than the others. They look
down their pointy noses at me as if I were slime beneath their boots. Ive
thought for a long time that I was inferior or weaker somehow less worthy to
be here than the others.

I was wrong. They look at me with contempt because they fear me, what I am
or maybe what they think I will become. Jhealin has been giving me
increasingly jealous looks whenever I beat him at our archery lessons. Im
not low, I am anything but.