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| A diary entry from Pat | |
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| Topic Started: Apr 7 2017, 09:05 PM (325 Views) | |
| Saucy Goblin | Apr 7 2017, 09:05 PM Post #1 |
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Hey Diary, it’s Pat. I haven’t been feeling very happy recently, so I thought I might vent a little. Hope you’ll forgive me. How different is Taedrick from Kaen really? I mean, on the surface they look similar enough. But it’s when you live in one of them that you start to see that the people that make up Taedrick, or Kaen are just the same. I wouldn’t know for sure, after all I’ve seen little of Taedrick in my time but the small part of it I grew up in gives me little hope for the rest of it. I guess really I can only talk about the Garnet Academy, but the values are just the same. Strength and Passion. That’s the Mars Clan way, and that’s just a fact of life. So, you might be able to gather that I wasn’t taken very seriously growing up in Taedrick. When you’re shorter than most of the girls in your class, and weaker too, people tend to laugh. Truth be told I looked more like a girl than half the girls in my class, I think deep down they were jealous. Funny how that works. I don’t think I had a single friend at any point throughout school. Who would want to associate with someone like me? I was a disgrace to the class, not physically strong, or any good with Psynergy. I wasn’t passionate about Psynergy either, though I’ll chalk that up to not enjoying class at all. It’s hard to get into something when everyone around you laughs at your being bad at it. Most people thought I’d fail the first exam we were given. I think they must have all been surprised, when year after year, I passed. See, I had a room to myself when it came to dormitories. They couldn’t put me in with other boys, or with girls. So, naturally they gave me a room to myself. I don’t think I slept half as much as anyone else did. I practiced every night, and despite being slower than everyone else, I caught up. It was in the last year of School that rumors started circulating that a graduate black-cloak was going to be inspecting classes searching for an apprentice. Imagine the buzz that caused, being trained by the elite of elite. Needless to say, everyone tried extra hard to impress; Well, except me. At that point, I was probably at my worst. I tried so hard every year to do well, and every time I achieved average at best. I doubted myself. When I heard the black-cloak was inspecting my class, all I wanted to do was hide. I didn’t hide. I was curious about the black-cloak, what would they be like? I came to class that day just to see the black-cloak. I was sure they’d ignore me, after all, I wasn’t strong, or passionate. Just a disappointment to everyone that managed to stick around longer than anyone expected. Class started, except it didn’t. The black-cloak walked in. He seemed very serious, A tall, imposing looking drake, with strange salmon coloured scales. He could only be a year older than us. “I’m here to offer a job to whoever I see fit. I trust you will do your best.” he breaks his stoic expression for a polite smile that lasts for only a second, and he takes a seat. “I’m going to go through the register, and when I say your name, you will stand, and tell me about yourself.” My heart was beating fast in my chest. I would have to take part. I was panicking, I was sure that I’d just get laughed at as soon as I stood up, and the class knew the same. I don’t think a single person in the class expected me to stand up when my name was called. He began. “Antony” he called out. The student stands, and begins to speak. he patiently listens to the student. The student finishes what can only be described as boasting. The black-cloak says nothing, he just writes something into his notebook. Nothing long, maybe a single word. He gestures the Student to sit down. This continues, for about half an hour. I don’t feel any better by the time my turn comes round. In fact, I feel worse. “Pat” he says, my mind races with doubt. Do I get up? What will he think of me? What if the class laugh at me again? Worse, what if he laughs? All eyes are on me. The class has pretty much told him that I’m here. He looks at me too. Some of the other students are sniggering. I stand. It takes a tremendous amount of effort not to collapse. “Hello” I begin “I’m Pat” He already knows that. “I- I...” I can’t think of anything to say. I begin panicking again. The Black-Cloak speaks “There’s no need to be so nervous.” more sniggering from the class. The Black-Cloak is visibly agitated by the sniggering. “Next person I hear laughing is being removed from the class.” He says plainly. The sniggering stops. Silence. “Tell me what you’re good at.” he breaks the silence. “Um… I’ll be honest, I’m not very good at psynergy” I didn’t think lying to him was any good. “Alright” he begins “What else are you good at?” I was confused. I didn’t think anything was relevant other than how good I was with psynergy. “Uh… I’m pretty good at baking.” I expected laughing from the class, but instead I got silence. I guess they respected the Black-Cloak too much to challenge his patience. “Baking?” he says. “Yes, I like baking cookies and other pastries, it’s fun and it helps me wind down after practice.” I say, in honesty. “Practice?” he questions. I hadn’t even realised fully what I had said. “Yeah, I practice psynergy for about 4 hour every night before I sleep.” he looks at me for a few seconds, without saying a word. “He’s Lying!” someone shouts from behind me, breaking the silence. “There’s no way that idiot practices that much!” someone else joins in. Chaos, everyone's shouting. Again, I want to hide. The black-cloak speaks. “Everyone who isn’t Pat, get out of the classroom.” more shouting, this time in protest. They leave, begrudgingly, into the hallway outside. The black-cloak gets out of his chair. He shuts the door behind the last of the rest of the students. I stand dead still, still at my desk. He doesn’t return to his chair; instead, he takes a seat next to mine. “You can sit down.” he says, this time he sounds much less serious. He continues. “I’m sorry that I’ve put you through this.” he says, almost sad in tone. “If you don’t mind, we will finish this interview.” I nod my head. “You practice four hours a day?” he leans in expectantly. “Yeah. U-uh, on top of classes of course.” I stutter. “That’s impressive” he says, and then his brow furrows “but you said you weren’t good with psynergy.” I feel embarrassed. “I’m a slow learner.” I start “I practice to keep up with everyone else.” I look at him. “I see...” he says, he’s absorbed in thought. I sit there, just waiting for him to say something. “Thank you for your time” he looks at me, and offers a hand to shake. “By the way, call me Orbeck” he looks at me, with a gentle smile. I give him my hand, he shakes it. Everyone is let back into the classroom. The routine continues, a student stands talks for a while, and then sits. Every time, Orbeck writes a note in his little book. But interestingly, he never asks any questions. I was the only one. I returned to my room that night and I honestly thought my interview had been the worst. I had screwed it up so bad that the class had to be emptied. And yet, a week later I’m told that I am going to Kaen to accompany the black-cloak. I’d gotten the job. I spent a couple months wondering to no end why Orbeck had picked me. And I never had the courage to ask. Until one day I worked up that courage, and you know what? He just handed me that little notebook, and right by everyone's name was a single word. ‘Vain’, ‘Annoying’, ‘Shallow’ some of the better students: ‘polite’ ‘motivated’ ‘inspired’. And then there was my name. And right there next to it, he’d written two words. ‘Strong’ and ‘Passionate’ I think I cried when he gave me that book. |
To be a shining hobgoblin, as in my dreams!![]() ![]() ![]()
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| Nedben | Apr 8 2017, 12:27 AM Post #2 |
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Orzic Nedbens
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Absolutely lovely. Reading from Pat's diary is fun! Good work your writing is amazing. :D |
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| Safe Haven | Apr 8 2017, 04:06 PM Post #3 |
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Absolutely amazing. A lovely look into a beloved character's history. Excellently presented, written, and concluded. I look forward to seeing more of your work! |
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