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The Watcher
"In wartime we identify ourselves with the nation, and its interests are the interests of our primal selves."
My first memory... Rain, yes I remember the rain as it fell upon my face, the cold water running down my cheeks, it felt as though for those brief seconds my impurity was being washed away and I was whole.
Then came the searing heat as I was knocked down, the leather clad hand of an elf knocked me to the floor, the pain somewhat nulled by the numbness the cold weather brought. Wet mud clung to my body as I struggled back to my feet only to have my hands swept from underneath me and fall again. My ears rang with the taunts and laughter of childish voices each one felt like a fresh cut.
My feet found their way at last and I was able to stand, wavering back and forth momentarily as my head corrected itself. I remember that hand on my shoulder and the sudden white hot rage that errupted from me, and with a clenched fist I turned and swung sending the blurr of a being sprawling from me. It is a moment I have always hated myself for, for when my vision returned to me and the viel of red had lifted I saw it was not my assailant I had struck, but that of a female, a young girl no less no older than I must have been. I can still hear her sobs as she held her face... And I ran.
Assailed by a storm of sticks and rock I ran, ducked and slipped away from the crowd through the mud and the trees their chants ringing in my ears and tears stinging my eyes.
"Whore's son"
My first memory... Rain, yes I remember the rain as it fell upon my face, the cold water running down my cheeks, it felt as though for those brief seconds my impurity was being washed away and I was whole.
Then came the searing heat as I was knocked down, the leather clad hand of an elf knocked me to the floor, the pain somewhat nulled by the numbness the cold weather brought. Wet mud clung to my body as I struggled back to my feet only to have my hands swept from underneath me and fall again. My ears rang with the taunts and laughter of childish voices each one felt like a fresh cut.
My feet found their way at last and I was able to stand, wavering back and forth momentarily as my head corrected itself. I remember that hand on my shoulder and the sudden white hot rage that errupted from me, and with a clenched fist I turned and swung sending the blurr of a being sprawling from me. It is a moment I have always hated myself for, for when my vision returned to me and the viel of red had lifted I saw it was not my assailant I had struck, but that of a female, a young girl no less no older than I must have been. I can still hear her sobs as she held her face... And I ran.
Assailed by a storm of sticks and rock I ran, ducked and slipped away from the crowd through the mud and the trees their chants ringing in my ears and tears stinging my eyes.
"Whore's son"