Ennui. IX

Jordan was not at the celebration. Instead, he was resting at home. The injuries he accumulated over the week from his father's increased intensity of training had been a bit too much for him.

From the bedroom, he could hear the cheers and wails from the celebration. He could hear the people's applause for the four kids. He could hear the elder's jubilant voice overpowering everyone else's.

He'd wondered what life would have been like if he was the fifth one. If he had floated to the sky on that fateful day last year. Would he too receive a magic gem? Of course he would, he told himself.

What would it feel like though, he changed his question. To be doted on by the whole village. To be held in high regards. To be given… extra privileges.

He didn't enjoy the fact that they were given extra privileges for being born special. In fact, he questioned why the nobility and royalty were given the extra privileges for being born special.

But then, his mind wandered to the horrifying tales his father had told him before. Tales of war, and how the ravaged lands were inhabited by hunger-stricken skeletons. Those people were homeless, maybe even devoid of any family.

'Compared to them, I seem like nobility.'

Maybe people were given extra privileges for being born special, and that's that. He'd just have to learn to live with it.

It'll be tiring, sometimes frustrating, but who's to say others don't have it harder?