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I am a Jarl.
I am a Jarl.
Mama said so,
And she wouldn’t lie.
So why would Willow say that?
She wouldn’t,
Not the Willow I know.
My friend,
My Drengr…
But she did.
Cricket insists she’s not the same,
But he lied,
So did she.
What else is a fib?
Oh, what is the truth?
Secrets create lies,
Lies fracture friendships,
Cracked and fragile
Easy to manipulate,
To break.
And now I’m bound,
To a vow she forced me to make,
One I cannot break,
Teetering uneasily
On our group’s splintered bond.
Though my head is splitting,
And the right way’s unknown,
One thing’s for sure,
The Vardi need me,
And I must survive.