Since I was born, I've always had some feeling that there was something I didn't understand. Looks I would recieve as I passed others in the hallway, or as I sat in the courtyard. Sometimes there would be whisperings, and their eyes would flicker to where I was. And as these occurances grew more and more frequent, I began to actually listen to what they would say, my ears picking up traces of words that I could put together to form some tangible sentance.
Red and Black. Evil colors. Spy. Cult.
Yet no one really came out and said it. No one would actually approach me and tell me they thought I was evil, or that I was a spy for the evil cult. I don't know if they feared me or if it was just that they didn't want to get in trouble by the teachers. In any case, there did come a day one someone accosted me. This one soon grew to two, then four, and then all of a sudden, as if the courage of one person had sparked everyone elses, I was faced with a wall of angry, leering faces, narrowed eyes.
And I ran.
As I ran through the hallways, at one point in time I found myself suddenly looking at my paws as I ran. Through my tears my paws joined with the red carpet, so I could no longer tell where my paw started and where the carpet ended. In my desolation I had the wild thought that I could sink into the floor, become part of it, and that I would no longer be seen, but invisible to all who hated me. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, this did not occur.
I leaped into my companions arms, the one they call Nata comforted me, stroking my head and whispering comforting words into my ears as I burried my face into her chest. Her shirt dried my tears, and after a few moments I took control of myself again, once again able to look up at her without tears. But her tears had replaced mine. Her grey eyes had become glossy, and she looked down at me with a sadness I could not place. Later I would understand what it was she saw, although she never told me. She saw herself. In me she saw the loneliness, sadness, the lone wolf I was.
It was then that I promised myself something. I would become a great Passant. I would make her proud, make others respect me and look up to me.
-Tahlon
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