Evelyn Disgrace

Chapter Six - The Past

There is a shop. And on that shop is a poster board. And on that poster board is a poster, as should be expected.

TO START OFF THE SUMMER FESTIVAL, VERA IS WELCOMING OUR VERY FIRST WISHMASTER AS PART OF THE CELEBRATIONS. THE PRICE: 1000 CURRENTS OR A POT OF DECAY. HAPPY SUMMER FESTIVAL!

— The Governor

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Callum's Fine Wine, Creamery, and Cheese Shoppe is a staple in the District of Vera. From my keen observations, I notice that Evelyn walks past it on a daily basis, often looking at the exuberant cheeses, costly wines, and the occasional sack of coffee waiting to be snatched by a greedy customer. I daresay she enjoys looking at all the foods, and I might add they look delicious. Today, she is on the mission to purchase some food for the wedding preparation days. It all looks delightful.

But what really gets Evelyn is the poster. The Wishmaster. And if I sense her train of thought correctly, then durgat! (I apologize for this crude and gangly way of speaking. Sometimes even I, a being who is an excellent wordsmith, cannot help but downgrade to humanity's level of street talk. It is quite... messy.)

Sometimes I hate the fact that Evelyn is a young woman. Why did I have to become her Watcher when she was this age? If she was an old woman, then she might not fancy the idea of romance so much. But no, she is a girl who is finding her way in the world. And, unfortunately, her journey includes a love story. Or else, as I predict, it will end up being a romantic tragedy.

It's not like I'm against romance and love all those things. Isn't love the only reason we exist? However, I would much rather not be involved with these fantastical ideas or be burdened by the little fantasies that Evelyn has slowly developed over time.

I find her thoughts and ideas... heavy.

If she didn't spend so much time dreaming about love, perhaps she could improve society or invent something useful for the world. I find this romantic tizzy a complete waste of my time. Yes, I care for Evelyn, but only because I'm forced to. If it was up to me, I'd be heading straight back into the Thirteenth Legion to do something productive. Waging wars and fighting battles makes me feel as if I'm at least doing something. Not just sitting around and looking at somebody else live their own story. I have to write their own story. Why can't they write it? Why waste my time with pointless words that won't do any good in history.

If the Majesty knows all and is omnipotent, why can't books just be created out of thin air? Why do we have to go through all of this? Why do I have to waste so much valuable time writing a story? Not even my own.

I want to get out into the world and start living again. I would happily quit playing Watcher for Evelyn and run away to fight monsters. I'm a warrior, for goodness sake. I was meant to fight. And now I'm placed on the sidelines, watching and waiting and penning words that may just come to nothing.

I don't know if I even see much hope for this girl.

Tellith would say I'm in a mood. Perhaps I am, but I daresay she doesn't have to spend long hours writing about someone else's dog's dung of a story. Tellith simply does not understand. I imagine that she would blame the matter on that I don't feel loved or something mushy like that. She would probably add that I have some sort of deep root or just another nonsensical idea.

It's as simple as this: I got demoted from the Thirteen Legion to write about someone else's story. Meanwhile, I want to live my own. I want to face my own fears and conquer my own giants. I am bored and sick of watching someone else do everything while I do nothing.