etta. / one fin cb

I don't think being a Fray holds as much weight as it used to.

And I'm not talking about our status, because money always buys power, so we're full to the brim with it. I mean how people look at us, what crosses their minds when they hear our name. No one else in the family would want to admit it, but no one feels a tremble shudder through their bones when they think about us anymore. I can't say I blame them either though. I mean it's not like Justice Fray is going to strike fear in the hearts of anyone.

Most of our family tasted a lick of fame and attention and got hooked on it after one bite. They all have pearly white smiles and a golden glow to their sun-kissed skin, but half of them wouldn't even know how to throw a knife properly. They are careers in name and name only.

Talented fuckers, not fighters.

Granted, most of them could probably charm anyone out of their pants, but that isn't as useful as they think. Or as original. They like to scream about how far they can throw a spear or how many people they've defeated during sparring matches in a row, but the loudest ones are always the ones with the least amount to show.

I wasn't like them though, I knew the advantage of keeping your mouth shut and just doing instead of telling. There shouldn't be a need to tell the world how great you are if you already knew it yourself.

And I was something great.

Something golden.

Father never let me go a day without instilling that into my skin. Being great was only as good as what you had to offer to the world, and I have much more left to show.

I'll be the one to bring our family name back to what it was.