The Parcel~
Seth Callan
Glenayre, Aleron
Forsmoon, 4415
“It never left me. That nagging sense I was the reason Rhynn still chafed under Jorendon’s yoke, that my wavering made the rhiem to stand down.”
“It was the only choice,” he says. “Nigel would’ve convinced them if you didn’t.”
“But the doubt ate still at me. Through the years, my resentment grew with each injustice, at every inequality they heaped upon us.”
“You a discontent?” He rolls his eyes. “Surely not.”
“In the span of a day, resentment turned to defiance. The rebel in me never turned back.”
Rory scrambled up the broken windwheel, his deft fingers and toes finding purchase in the stonework with the surety of a squirrel. The extra reach this past year’s growth spurt had added to his frame made for a quick climb up from t
