Ivan
I don't know how I knew it, but I did.
I knew it was true when I said it, but it didn't feel liberating. On the contrary, I felt like I was suffocating. I felt no pride. All I knew was the weight of what that meant. How was I supposed to handle this?
Suddenly, I understood why we weren't supposed to know.
With every truth I've learned in the last few months, I've struggled to deal with it. Things that should excite anyone did nothing for me. Learning to use magic or be the werewolf king made me anxious to run away. However, all of those things were symptoms of my real fear. I was the Rider of Fortune. How the fuck did I come to grips with that?
