People who don't know Numair think he's so perfect. He has the perfect face, the perfect body, perfect manners, the perfect Gift—the perfect life. And it's hard to believe that he ever had anything else. But I've been his student (and then his lover) for more than a decade, and I know his secrets; where his inner darkness originates. Sure, everyone knows that he had to flee Carthak twice because Ozorne wanted him dead, but that just makes him sound like a fairy-tale hero. I know that he's so much less—and so much more…
So don't take him for granted—his friendship with Jon, his power, his happiness, and his life. Appreciate Numair for who he is, and who he almost wasn't.
[A/N: Note especially for equinoX: this is not a continuous story! The second one may be something from after the Immortals War, and the next may be from before Wolf-Speaker. I'm not going to continue the story, that's the end, and I purposefully ended at a funny spot. It's not supposed to feel "finished"…hope you like it anyway.]
