Role

Chapter 5

As I stare at the mark upon my chest, I look back at my meeting with the
ancient and can't help but to smile. A strange thing the way his faith in
me and his mark has altered my own view. I was far from confident.
Questioning my every action and feeling like a cub unsure of his footing.
Not knowing my way through Her and how to aid Her. But with his blessing
and his trust, I found that trust in myself. I feel more sure in my
actions. More confident in my prowess. A strange thing indeed. These
bones... How does the Ancient do it? He warned me of the dangers of seeing
too much. I respect that. I wish not to know when my cycle ends or that of
others. I have honed my instincts as he instructed. I feel confident in my
ability to read my opponents. I don't believe I've even given my body to
Her since then from reading them. As I clutch the bag of ruby-encrusted
bones to my chest I grin that wide toothy grin I have become prone to. But
I will continue to learn from him, for it fascinates me to follow in the
Storm-lords wake. I shall see if these are the bones he can bless for me,
and perhaps some day I will be able to read those omens that are safe for
mortal eyes.