Ever True
The sixteenth tome was as useless as its fifteen predecessors, Grisha let out a harsh, frustrated exhale as he tossed aside the useless datapad. He’d found records of over a few dozen dismissals from the guard, with reasons ranging from high treason to engaging in physical relations with another guard while on duty. For an order with thousands of years of history, such incidents were few and far between, and without fail none of those dismissed had ever been restored.
Grisha hadn’t failed like they had, he hadn’t betrayed anyone, yet the guard had turned him away all the same. They called it temporary, said he needed to learn, that he would know when the time was right, and yet, according to the order’s history, the time had never been right before.
Some part of him wanted to despair, another wanted to rage, and another still just wanted to fall asleep between the glowing datastacks. Instead of doing anything he actually wanted, Grisha simply let out a tired, frustrated groan, rubbing his temples with his thumbs as he brushed loose dark hair from his brow. Then, he gracelessly rose to his feet and pulled another tome of records, tossing the last into a pile with the others.
Grisha hadn’t failed like they had, he hadn’t betrayed anyone, yet the guard had turned him away all the same. They called it temporary, said he needed to learn, that he would know when the time was right, and yet, according to the order’s history, the time had never been right before.
Some part of him wanted to despair, another wanted to rage, and another still just wanted to fall asleep between the glowing datastacks. Instead of doing anything he actually wanted, Grisha simply let out a tired, frustrated groan, rubbing his temples with his thumbs as he brushed loose dark hair from his brow. Then, he gracelessly rose to his feet and pulled another tome of records, tossing the last into a pile with the others.