CHAPTER SIX
Calderon paused outside the door to his room. How could they have chosen Sevrin over him? By all accounts, he had passed the other tests just fine. Maybe he had fallen asleep when he played his music? That wouldn’t explain why the Musician wanted to choose him though. He could feel the tears welling up in his eyes. He didn’t want to cry, but he couldn’t help it.
He had worked for years to get here, but this was not the way he expected things to go. Perhaps he truly was not meant to be the Musician. He entered his room and hit his knees. He cried, and he prayed. And then he prayed some more. And cried some more. His tears were selfish, he knew. If the Divines had willed Sevrin to be the Musician, then he would have to accept that. But he didn’t want to.
It was easier to be se
