Zakar had lived his life blessed by fortune.
The dark black-haired youth with the silver sash on his robes had never been called ugly before.
His dark eyes and chiseled chin along with silver strands in his hair make him a mate of choice for many women of the Boone empire.
The Church of Useja took him in at the tender age of four, and ever since he has been treated with a kindness that not even his birth mother had afforded him.
He was anointed a 'Blessed Child' and given all the luxuries that come with it.
From training and education to meals and large beds.
He was never hungry.
He was never scared.
He was never alone.
The other children in the church are his family.
Was his family?
He sobs as he is the only one left.
He regrets having decided to meditate on the runes on the thirty-sixth floor of the tower.
