I may have fallen asleep because everything went silent. My dreams were twisted that night. I saw a demonic version of myself feasting on the corpse of Timothy. It quickly changed to an angelic form being highly praised as a High Priest. I woke up in a cold sweat, my cheeks wet from tears. I got up from my bed and paced around the tent. Papa must have heard me because he brought me some milk and cookies. We sat together in silence for awhile. Under the tent’s door flap light streamed in to signal it was morning.
“Child Ezra! Come outside my dear!”
I sighed, grabbing a cookie and walking outside. Timothy and his mum greeted me with a basket of random objects.
“Um… thanks? You really didn’t need to get me anything… all I did was fix my mistake.”
“Don’t be modest, child. My child and I owe you so much for healing my baby.”
My face grew hot under the praised of this woman. Never had I ever been thought highly of so it was a rather nice change for me. I took the basket, bowing, before going back into the tent.
“Ezra, we need to find another test subject within a few days. We can’t let your training be forgotten about.”
“Find. I’ll go look for someone later today… everything will work out. Calm your tits.”
“Excuse me? Did you just say what I think you said?”
“Yeah.”
Screaming I grabbed my head and fell to the ground, I rolled around on the floor of the tent. Papa and Daddy watched me curiously.
“Orlowe you bloody bastard! Stop this right now!”
Finally the pain stopped and I ceased rolling around. The sound of a quill writing on paper broke the silence.
“Ezzy… what was that?”
“-He- was being mean to me.”
“…who?”
“-Him-!”
I frantically pointed at my head, trying to make them understand.
“Ezradrean. Do not try to make these people understand us. You will be cast out and ridiculed."
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Essence of Ezra
FantasyIn the poorer part of the cult grounds we join Ezradrean Yrio on the journey of her life. Literally. Watch as she recalls the events that really shaped her as the insane beast she is today.
