Role

Chapter 1

Well hello there! My name is Laurile Silvertongue and in this
journal, I shall tell my tale. We shall begin at the beginning!

I was born in the big city: Galadon! My mother and father were
truly the best! My father was a baker's assistant and worked in
the big bakery in the city. Oh, I forget the name. I haven't
been back in ages... Anyways, my mother was a designer of dresses
and a sort of council to women throughout the city on proper
womanly behavior. How to dress, act, smell, etc. Yes, she was
a truly remarkable woman. I had two brothers and a sister as
well. We lived in comfort, a decent measure of wealth, and health.

I loved my family! I honestly thought the world of them.
However, I always felt there was something... Else. Something
that called to me, of sorts. Something felt off, as if I didn't
belong. Which was nonsense, of course. My family loved me, and
I loved them. They were perfect, just the way they were. My
providing father, my respectable mother, my two virtuous brothers,
and a delicate and obedient sister. They were just perfect the
way they were. And I wanted them to stay that way. Perfect.

My favorite time of the day was breakfast. When we were all
gathered around. Hustling to start the day, and yet having a
lovely family moment. That was when we were the most divine.
So I collected the moment, and preserved their perfect memory
forever. All it took was a bit of poison. It's rather easy to
find in Galadon. Even for one so young as I was then. As they
dropped one by one, I remember the feeling like it was yesterday.
I was so giddy and proud of myself. I knew the memory of who
they were would live on in perfection inside me. I could barely
finish my breakfast I was so delighted! I cleaned my plate and
headed off to school.

There was an inquiry, of course, but it didn't take much to
get out of that. A lie here, and a pout there... How could they
POSSIBLY understand? I have my family stored in proper perfection.
Somewhere they could never become tainted. They live on in me.
And to this day, I sometimes sing of them. I sing of their
divine beauty and grace. I sing of who they truly were, and
still are.