Magic must have been created to put curses on people. I am
sure of it.
This past month has been… eventful. From learning to sail a
ship to arriving in the largest city I have seen, I have learned a lot.
I learned that blinding prisoners makes them useless, a dead
man walking. I learned that not every person in a difficult situation can be
helped without consequences. I learned that [REDACTED] And I learnt that my mind is a fragile
thing.
I learned all that the hard way.
I know I’m not smart, or clever, or wise. I know I shouldn’t
only rely on my instinct, but it is the only thing around here I understand. I know
how to use a knife and hide and sneak up on those who try to hurt me and my
friends. I know where to find good sweets and how to hide them from the others. I know how to be dangerous.
But when my mind was taken from me, I woke up scared.
If magic can do that, what else can it do? What can’t
it do? I was stuck mindless for days, and I do not know if I can stop it from
happening again, or if my friends are being honest about what I missed in those
days.
I’m scared. I want my brother, and dad, and I want to be
back in Fernsworth, where things made sense.
I want to be back in my country, where I don’t find my name
on the walls of a cult’s hideout.
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