92nd of Winter, 515 AV
Theo sat on his bunk, reading into the afternoon before his daily affairs. The “Histories of Elephil” were a lesser known work, and Theo merely picked it out from the libraries collection out of sheer boredom. He did not expect much.
Elephil had begun his journey in mysterious origin, no one, not even Elephil himself, had any idea where he came from. Regardless, Elephil had developed himself sleight notoriety in his city, Ralsilas. He was a zealot for his own moral compass, regardless of the cost, regardless of his company, Elephil stood for what he thought was right. Even though he often tangled with the guards for his intuitive morality, not one person doubted his intention.
Theo wished he could say the same.
Even truer, Elephil was a romantic to the letter. Even though his heart had beat for many women in his time, it was never more than one at once, and it was never without adamence. Elephil was a people’s man still, and his heart often swelled with passion for his brethren. He was hysterical, honest, and humble, no one dared hate Elephil, except for pretentious, power-driven, and shy people, and even they possessed a curiosity.
An eruption. It came from the doorway. A page, one poor enough to have mail duty, burst in. His mail sack was almost empty. Not mannered enough to knock, not rude enough to assume, he asked, “Theo Popcampio?”
“Only if it’s good news.”
“I don’t read the mai---”
“Your sack’s as full as the mail, you don’t need to tell me. Just give it here.” Theo reached for the mail, but quickly feigned a punch at the page. “Oh, you’d be fun. Better hope you don’t encounter anyone that likes boy ass.” Theo winked.
The boy stood paralyzed in his nervousness. His hand lingered in front of Theo.
Theo grabbed it, held it close to him for a second, and threw it back to him. “Scram! Do you have intuition? I’m alone for a reason!”
It's me against the world
