Role

Chapter 25

"Im not interested!" his mother shrieks, yet again, running from the bedroom of their
house, heralding yet another long, howling argument with her most recent husband.

This one was dumber than the last, easily ignored, but unfortunately very hungry. It has
been very hard finding places to hide food as of late....

Yet again, her boy stumbles into the black alleys of Tar Valon, the nights silence a
welcome reprieve from his own "home". Yet again, he wonders why people even marry, his
chaotic life ruthlessly destroying the joy a young man of 13 should feel when meeting
a girl.

Ambling down to the crater in the city, he curls up, alone as the aura of destruction
keeps most people away, people who once knew plenty and happiness. He immediately falls
asleep and dreams of a single, unspoiled, freshly cooked chicken leg.