Memories

The world twisted from a kaleidoscopic appearance into clear view.

Vepice sat on the cold, hard floor of their master's house. The first thing they remembered. Their mother, a maid, slept with the master of the house and Vepice was born inside the high marble walls.

The estate belonged to Lord Adrien Vardane, a noble of the citadel, a man who believed that those without status existed only to serve. Vepice soon became, once old enough, one of many house slaves, but they had always known there was something different about them.

They had been small, too small for their age, with delicate features that often made the other slaves and workers question their gender. That was, until they turned five.

That was when their ears changed.

The first time their master saw them, slightly pointed, a sign of something not entirely human, Lord Vardane's face twisted with disgust.

"This is what you are? A half-breed? A stain on my house?"