Feast Day Essays

My name is Arien Rocksheart, I live in Goldenoaks, I am thirteen years old today, my mother is a Demon, and these are my feast day essays.

The priests say that we should all work hard for nine long days, and then at the end of the week we rest and give thanks to the Gods. But mostly on that tenth day we do nothing. The men drink, the women cook, in the field the village children play.

I ought to play with them - sometimes I do, but mostly they don't want to play with me. And so every Feast Day afternoon, as my father is in the temple, my mother is in the castle, my brothers are in the woods and in the fields: I write. For above all other things, that is what I love to do.

Rain or shine, when the Gods have been praised and the people have been fed, I retreat to my tower room, look through the window and write upon whatever comes to mind.