Ethaniel, the main character in my novel, Fidelyon, has taken it upon himself to introduce you to his world by going through an alphabet of terms and names.
There is one word I heard for nearly my whole life.
A word engraved on the bronze disc I wear around my neck at all times. Only two kinds of people wear bronze. A half-blood.
And a Yathome.
Reserved for those with no family, the name Yathome means one is untried. Untested. Others have their family name to carry them on as they set out to prove themselves. A Yathome must rest on their own skill and their skill alone. Which wouldn’t be a problem if they were merely given a chance to prove themselves.
A Yathome can work or fight as well as the next man, but there are many who would rather not take the chance. A soldier wearing silver might fail his family name and be rewarded the black medallion of a criminal or coward. But a soldier wearing bronze—Prince only knows what blood they carry in their veins or what strength or skill they have when such is needed.
And so they are left.
Again and again.
Until there is no one else to turn to or they size an opportunity and refuse to let anyone take it away.
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