IR 1256, Day 16

My name was Rexia, as a slave. I despise that name; now it screams to me weakness, vulnerability, and pathetic disgusting, cowardice. When my life began anew, I chose to be known as Siniss. Rexia was weak, born to slaves, living a mewling pedestrian existence and likely to come to some grisly end. But Siniss is strong, determiner of ( Read more... )