Role

Chapter 3

From Hamsah Mu'tazz, observant eyes can see many things. Giant warriors
with axes as large as a man are a common sight. Singers and priests, magi
and woodsmen pass through the city daily. Heroes of men, all of them. Or
so they call themselves.

But more impressive than any others, I have seen the Emperor. Men, women
and children cower and kneel before him. Great heroes limply bend their
knee to his greatness. He was not born to the Throne, no. He took it. He,
like each of the Emperor's before him, knew where they belonged, even if
the rest of Thera did not. They took what they had earned, through sheer
will and determination.

And that is what I must do. I must set things right. I must retake my
place in the upper echelons of society. The blood of my father makes it
my right, but the cunning of my mother will make it my reality.

I will prove my worth to their Empire. I will climb their ranks. I will
stand at the side of the Emperor, as we rule Thera. It is what I am meant
for, and what I deserve.