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Introductions part oneIntroductions
Uncle had always wanted me to be a soldier. I thought I'd do it for him, he needed something to make him happy. I never knew how good at it I would be. Commander solice, our instructor, says I will make a fine leader one day, I believe him.
About a week ago they separated the trainees into three groups. One group is going to Sumre. They will be magicians from what I can figure. Another group will be staying here; they are the largest of the three. We, the final and smallest group, are all going to a training compound at Highpoint in Alzteirbjan, the capital. The instructors refuse to tell us what we will be doing once we get there. All we know is that we are leaving now.
As the horse drawn cart is pulled down the road Kirrin turns to me "Saren," He shouts over the wind "when do you think we'll get there?" He has brown hair like mine which is blowing into his face. I assume mine is also. But there our similarities end. Kirrin's eyes are blue where as mine are gr
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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