Earring of the Past
(adapted Mirror of the Past) An earring is less noticeable and harder to steal than a mirror or other kind of jewelry. It will need to deliver information psychically or audibly, not visually. The mirror requires “glass from the sand of an expired hourglass”. I should be able to use a stone of remembrance instead. Set that into a platinum earring and bring it to the Hall of((An inky smear of frustrated scribbles fills the next few lines.))
My usual communication with Rezzy is delivering messages back and forth. “Dinner’s ready”, “Here’s your tools”, “Someone’s looking for you”. If we talk longer, it’s usually an argument about whether and how we should fight back against the city.
As much as we tieflings take care of each other, most never stand up to the humans for fear of making things worse. My friends and I hate this, so we find ways to secretly fight back. We might ruin a shipment or “disappear” someone’s shop keys on market day.
Joy’s never approved, but seems to enjoy our stories of the embarrassed assholes of Redfell. Rezzy hates it. We wouldn’t survive being caught, he tells us, and it takes only a suspicion for the city to decide to raid our homes again.
When I was around 15 years old, Dream came home with burns down her face and arm. She’d been at the harbor and an awful woman on the pier poured boiling water on her.
Dream wouldn’t tell us who it was, but we figured it out. We had to make her pay. A few days later, Cess and I made a ring disappear from her lover’s pocket and reappear in someone else’s.
I don’t know how Rezzy found out, but he was waiting for me that night. I expected our usual argument, but he instead asked how far I was willing to go for what I thought was “justice”. Would I be willing to die for it? To kill for it?
Despite everything, I’d never considered killing another person before, not even a human. Rezzy wouldn’t let me ignore the possibility. He told me our pranks did nothing but inconvenience the powerful. In order to change anything, we would have to fight for it, and people would die. And we still might not win.
So how far am I willing to go? Am I willing to kill for a chance to improve our lives? To make true the vision from orientation? What about to protect my friends or stop the Oriq?
I never thought I’d want to talk to Rezzy as much as I do right now. Even if he was angry with me. I want to ask him why he knows all this.
The sword and bow I brought here came from them, after all. Why would they have weapons hidden in the walls of their home?Mentioned
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