Book 1: That's Not My Name

Ainslee

My fucking sock is wet.

Again.

It’s a chilly night, yet we are all standing outside of the mayor’s office on the lawn. Earlier in the day, the town criers had spread the word that there would be a village meeting this evening at sundown. Everyone is expected to be there. No one has any idea what the meeting is about, at least, not any idea with merit.

A lot of rumors are whirling about town. I’ve heard everything from a murderer is on the lose to that a volunteer army is being formed because Warfang is about to attack us, but I don’t think any of that is true.

I do have an idea why the mayor has called this meeting, and the idea of it has my stomach sitting like a rock in the bottom of my gut.

Lenny stands about five feet from me, saying nothing. His family is huddled around, trying to keep warm, though their cloaks are in better shape than my family’s. Each of my parent is holding a little to keep them warm, our thin bla