The pain was unexpectedly dull even as the knife cut through my skin. The priest stopped right above my wrist: the blade had made its way from the tips of my fingers to the confines of my palm. Seemingly satisfied with his work, the priest backed away as I resisted the urge to scratch. He began chanting words in a language I didn’t understand; it was old tongue.
It had taken him seven sundowns to get to Yorbal; Ishlan’s Capital. It should have taken them only four but the weather was bad and they often had to stop for shelter. Never-mind the bad roads which wound up and down like the tracks of an elder-lizard. Nevertheless they had managed to arrive at Fort Antex by noon of the eighth day…
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I sat on my seat in class, staring out through the window. Normally, one would look at the rain drops falling from the grey sky, or the landscape or maybe even day dream but I was different. I just stared outside the window, looking at everything, seeing nothing. At least until Mr. Rudberg, very rudely, disrupted my session.