Role

Chapter 2

I suspect that the Troubadour Academy was sad to see me go.
Though I was certainly no singer, and had thus far shown little
skill with any instrument save a drum, I certainly had the
finest sense of rhythm of all the students.

But after what I tasted after that first bloody dance I could
not hope to find being lectured about rhyme and meter in a
classroom. I had to go out and find it myself. And so I did.

I danced my way through the towns and countrysides, interrupting
more than one familys' slumber to feed my needs, and yet, the
more I danced the less satisfied I became.

Jealousy started for eat away at the edges of my being. Not that
I was jealous of any of the performers I always went out of my
way to see. None of them could hold a candle to my talents, but
every time my eyes turned to the sky I saw the sort of dancing
I wished in my heart I could do.

The birds. How I envied them.

It wasn't just how they danced in the sky, it was their freedom.
I began to hate the invisible chains I felt on me. I had little