Interlude 2.27: Light and ash

Three months later

-Break-

Φ In the entirety of my life, I had never felt warmth, love, kindness only hardship.

I was born a rat beastkin. I had inherited the powers of a weak and feeble animal, and because of that the first look I ever received as a baby was one of disappointment.

From the age of three, I was expected to be able to say full sentences by myself. Yet I always slurred my speech which was unacceptable for someone of my status.

At age five they trained me to be a warrior, but yet when I tried to use my sword on a practise dummy, I would always miss my target and fall, then like clockwork, I would hear, "You incompetent fool!" From my teacher.

As I bent my head in disappointment, I would say, "Sorry."

Yet it didn't matter, since my progress reflected back on my teacher, so he would strike me right across the face when I apologized.

"Do you think I need apologies boy? I need results, so do it right. Now again."

I tried but then fell again, so I was struck. "NOW AGAIN."

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