Role

Chapter 5

I, Zoel, have always been considered the troublemaker in my family. I was
born second of five children and I was the only male. My father, at first,
thank the gods that he had at least one son to carry on the family name,
Turen. His praise of the gods soon became curses when I grew old enough to
cause mischief.
Now, before I go describing my trick, I should tell you about Lia, my
pet parrot. She was given to me as a present for my fifteenth birthday. I
am not sure why. Perhaps my parents had hoped that the parrot would distract
me from creating any mischief, but they were wrong. I loved this parrot more
than anything else. I taught her crude sayings to offend others. People
could not hurt the bird because she had no idea what she is saying. I mean,
who would harm a poor, little, innocent bird? Exactly.After she mastered
offensive words, I taught her how to mimic other people's voices. It was
suffice to say that she caused many fights. Sometimes, I wished to be a
parrot.If I could be one, I would say crude sayings and tell jokes to
provide entertainment, well at least for me. Not only that, I would not have
to worry about any retribution.When I feel like it, I would mimic other
people's voices to cause more mischief and confusion. That I can do for a
lifetime. If things get too bad, I could always fly away from any trouble.
In any case, I loved my parrot dearly.
I think that there is a good chance you have figured out what kind of
a child I was. I caused all kinds of mayhem and many questioned if I should
be allowed to stay in the villa. I did have my uses, though. I found out
that one can use a fish bone to cut things faster than a knife or a dagger
could.
Life was grand.I had a fascination with the ladies. Beautiful
things, aren't they? The way they talk, walk, even breathe is just mind
boggling. I don't know how they do it, but it certainly gets my attention.
Hmm, I got off on a tangent there. Anyway, life was not always
great. One day, at the local bar, where my parrot would say offensive things
to people, someone apparently got truly offended. The human slew the parrot
with his sword.I found out that this man was a paladin and killed the bird
because it insulted his manhood. I was livid. My best fried had died an
untimely death and there was no one to comfort me because the rest of the
villa believed the paladin was in the right. It was just a bird to them. To
me, it was everything. I vowed that I will train and avenge my parrot's
death, who was much more than just a bird. I decided to dabble into
shapeshifter magic. It only seemed fitting to kill the paladin as a parrot.
But I also know that I was not the strongest creature(but certainly the most
intelligent) so I must also rely on great power to get me to the point I
need to get to avenge my parrot's death. I am extremely upset, though.
Nowhere in my studies does it mention shifters of the air transforming into
the intelligent parrot.I will continue researching, and perhaps the gods
will grant me a way to transform into such a beautiful bird.