Rowan

Herald’s Journal: Entry 250

Growing up I was told I was a mistake… that I was unnatural, an abomination. I guess they were right, hell my own family didn’t want me. They sent to the Chantry as soon as I opened my mismatched eyes. An abomination… a stain on their perfect lineage. I was erased from their blood line in mere hours, so I guess that means I do not technically exist. I lived in the Ostwick Circle my whole life, I have no family, no last name, no friends, I have nothing. Always a mistake, always unnatural now I am marked in another manner to always stand out and never blend in, never belong. Most days I wonder why I was chosen as I see the looks they give me when they think I am not looking. Their constant vigilance to see when not if I crack, when I will show them a true abomination that can be destroyed. They call me the Herald, and it cuts deeper then any slur… I am a mistake of the maker and they know it. There are good people in this world which is why I will stand and try to protect those I can, I will give them a chance that I was never given. I am not want they need or deserve but I am what they got. I will do all I can for them and this world or die trying. In the end I will not be missed as how can you miss someone who never truly existed?

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