Narrator (The Shield of Bronze)

Found family. Found purpose. Found love.

“The fighting life. It was not my opportunity. They saw my speed and agility and harnessed these things in service of…standing still for hours with a ten foot long pike by my side. They saw my quick mind, and acknowledged it by…rendering me immobile. I did not flee the army life. How unbecoming that would have been. I walked though. Walked quickly and in utter silence, utter darkness. Walked quickly with occasional dashing and sprinting, insofar as I could sprint while bent double and low to the ground. Holding my breath amongst the reeds of the river Salapero while they searched along the banks. Concealing myself in mud and remaining so still that some time around moonrise owls came and rested upon me, and shat on my head. No. The fighting life was not my opportunity.”