A Century Ago
Tonight, my mentor dismissed me early from the library, impressed by how quickly I had mastered the discussions meant for someone of noble blood like myself. Our education was rigorous, designed to instill in us the knowledge and responsibilities that came with our lineage. Even at a young age, we were expected to understand every aspect of our world, from the smallest details to the grandest affairs of the empire.
We are Gazellians—the future rulers of this land. From the moment we could comprehend words, we were taught the significance of our existence and the expectations placed upon us.
As I left, I spared a glance at Finn and Caleb, still seated inside, groaning about their splitting headaches, dizziness, and hunger despite barely half an hour passing. Their focus had
