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What I really want to know is, who MADE this useless world? And for what kind of cruel joke?
Just looking at it makes me sick.
Actually, I feel sick anyway. I don't know why, but...
...Huh. Even the constellations are different here. I USED to like to look at them...
...In Sirtema.
Ametris sucks. There's mist everywhere that no one can get by, everyone has that glazed look in their eyes, and it all seems so FAKE.
Well, I guess it really is. Sirtema came first, after all. Ametris is just a copy. EVERYONE knows that...I mean, everyone in Sirtema knows that. The Ametrisans don't have a clue. For all they know, they're the only world...the only country...no, screw that, I bet they don't even know there's a world outside their towns, or their lake, or their forest...
I'm a human, and after all that Sirtema business, I'm pretty glad. Every race has their own little habitat...the elves have their forest, the merpeople have their lake, the dwarves have their mountains. But humans don't really have one of those. The other races, the ones that don't really like us, say it's ebcause we want every place for our own, and therefore we never truly belong. I think it's because we love our freedom. You see, between the forest in the south and the mountains in the north and the lake in the east there's a huge plain that takes up nearly half of Ametris...Sirtema too. And that's there I live, and that's where I am right now.
Like I said, I'm a human. My name's Kiyrio, and I'm sixteen. I've known I was a chosen since I was little...my mark's on my arm, and it looks like of like a sword from my angle. When I was fourteen there was a huge accident in my town...a house caught on fire right next to mine, and it spread, and I couldn't get out in time...all I remember is crawling into a closet and trying to hide from the smoke, and wishing I could escape...and then the next thing I knew, I was in Sirtema. I can't remember what I did there--couldn't've been too important--but then I left, somehow, and now I'm back.
Dammit.
My mom's from the Inachi line, whatever that is, and she told me I'm a descendant of all the great heroes: Haenir, his daughter Marsol, his son Inachi, a lot of others around there I know from some history book in school, Kilio and Tara, even Kamile and Everan...indirectly of course. They're main line. I'm not.
I think I'm acting really bitter about all this...my apologies. Must be this pain in my stomach...
But I really do hate this country.
(...What the hell is this, the red plague...? Ouch...)
I miss Sirtema.
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