If It Weren't For Wizards
I am a wizard. The first in my family.
Silence surrounds me. Endless silence. Endless torture.
If it weren't for wizards, silence would not torture the innocent.
I lost my father in the destruction of the Brockdale Bridge.
If it weren't for wizards, innocent lives would not be lost.
His death changed my mother; it took her spirits and her hope.
If it weren't for wizards, the world would not seem like such a dark place.
I was forced into hiding, my only companions being constant fear, dread, and worry.
If it weren't for wizards, blood would not determine our place and our rank.
I was found, attacked, tortured, and locked away.
If it weren't for wizards, we wouldn't fear our own kind.
I was left with nothing; nothing but the silence which surrounds me still.
If it weren't for wizards, I would be free.
But, I am a wizard. The last in my family.