[Dimmie Dunce]

My name is Anathe.
I'm eighteen years old...
My apartment is in the Traders district of Theria.
Where most of the Merchants are...

I have a love for flaunting what power I had, and can I be blamed for it? All of my life, Ralt held me back. All of my life, Moonfall held me back. A doll, as Anabelle would call me. A communal doll as Eurya called me. A bastard, as Kelsa called me. Maybe I was all of those things at one point in my life. But I'm not any longer... Yet still I feel the need to flaunt and show those whom doubt me how little they matter in the way of things. Least to me. There's nothing more satisfying to hear than:

"I've underestimated you."

You've no idea what you face. Not a clue! When I want something? I'll simply take it. When I crave something? It shall be mine... Eurya, Kris, Sonia... Maybe even Mister Glass. Who knows. But...

But I know I shouldn't allow myself to step into the limelight. That attention is unwanted, if I'm being perfectly honest. A few idle eyes here and there from people that matter to me  should be enough to slake what hungers I have. Yet the mere thought of every single person keeping their gaze on me. Knowing what I'm capable of, seeing me as some sort of... 

Stepping Stone...

I think, it's time I stop with this game. This game of winning or losing, of making enemies, and thusly causing me to lose sleep at night. That is how I shall deal with this society, because... Because I know what brings me happiness... Although...