Role

Chapter 2

I lived on the streets of Seantryn Modan for a time. I learned to fend
for myself. To move from shadow to shadow, out of eyesight of guards and
citizens alike. First, I will admit, it was a habit gained out of
embarassment. But soon it became one of habit.

During these years, I learned to live on the streets. To steal what was
unguarded. To kill, before being killed. It is a hard life for some, but
it came easily to me. My father would not have lasted an hour, but my
mother would have flourished. And so did I.

A good life on the streets could be had, but it is not what I am meant
for. I deserve so much more. I am royalty, after all. I have witnessed
the power, the influence and the adoration that comes with such a
position. And I would not let my rightful place be forgotten.

I would never find my place in Seantryn Modan. It is too isolated. Too
restricted. But there were rumors of a greater power even than the Queen.
A more powerful ruler, with a Palace on the other side of the great
ocean.

It is not easy for a boy, a vagrant at that, to gain passage to Hamsah
Mu'tazz. Fortunately, I am more resourceful than the typical derelict. It
was easy enough to find a sailor with his guard down. Easier still to
slip the dagger into his kneck. And easiest of all to wear his clothes as
I boarded the ship. I would take more than an ocean to stand in the way
of what I deserve.