Role

Chapter 4

*Written by the quivering hand of Zuleikae on light parchment in pitch black
ink*

I dreaded when my father would leave. He was the only light in my dark home.
was a half-breed and a bastard child, but that was not that hard part in
life. When my father left for the sea, my siblings would lock me up in a
closet, and hardly feed me. They would skip school and go off with the thugs
of Arkham. They became petty pick-pockets, robbing nuns visitors to the
city. I loved the university, but they would not allow me to go. They knew
I would tell on them. They were a disgrace to my father. They would feast
on cakes and cookies and throw me the salty scraps of fish. I hated the
fish, but I would not lower myself to their level.

When Papa returned home from sea, he would take me out to Candis and let me
have whatever I wanted.Sometimes I would eat two whole chocolate cakes. I
was so thin and frail. My face was so pale against my black hair - I almost
looked dead. I could see the sorrow in his eyes when he looked at me.