Role

Chapter 3

Tlingit throughout his life had never considered that one day he
Might become old, he watched many of his elders get such
but always denied such would happen to him.
It has happened. As he approaches his fifth century of life
Tlingit notices as every season passes because of the ache in his bones.
He has noticed that his once black hair has gone towards gray.
Every time he shifts these days he feels his bones grind together
But this is not the part of aging that has hit Tlingit the hardest.
He remembers the name of every Magistrate he has watched die,
He has felt the burden of years of listening to people argue and complain
His weary soul has felt the pressure at times of being the only
Magistrate about to stem a tidal wave of chaos, sometimes
outnumbered as many as six to one. Tlingit has pushed on.
He will continue to push on because he promised the Divine Magistrate he would.
He will continue on even if it means standing watch in a wheeled chair,
with his guards to do the enforcing of the laws.