Life in Thrum was harsh but close-knit. The Clay People were known for their craftsmanship, their works prized across Elyndor. However, they were also scorned by many for their humble origins and lack of magic.
Zaynās father had died when he was a child, leaving him the man of the house. Every day, he worked tirelessly to ensure his siblings went to bed with full bellies. But the weight of responsibility didnāt crush his dreamsāit fueled them.
He would often sit by the river at sunset, his reflection shimmering in the water, and imagine himself wielding magic like King Kaelion. In his fantasies, he stood at the head of an elite army, his enemies trembling before him.
But there was a cruel irony to his dream: the path to joining the elite Bloodguard required the slaying of a witch from the Black Thorn Clan, sworn enemies of the Clay People.
Their magic was dark and feared, but to Zayn, the prospect of killing was a heavy shadow on his aspirations.
Could he take a life, even for his dreams?
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe itās better to go through life a little buzzedā¦ this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and Iām going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (āthisā meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts7 days ago in Longevity
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