alpha. two. cb.

i was born a disappointment - eight months and thousands in hospital bills just for little ole me to pop out.

you see, the doctors had told my parents that i was a boy and ever since that moment it's basically been my dad's wet dream to raise the next julian bryze. so you can imagine his reaction when i flew out (quite literally) and dashed those dreams.

i like to think that cricket antoinette's spirit invaded the womb and made me a girl just to spite my father for mentioning julian and not her. mom says it was just a mistake with the ultrasound but that's boring so i act like she never told me that.

though i wasn't his first choice, my dad still tried molding me into a deadly, sword-wielding career, but i wasn't having any of it. technically i don't have asthma, but it sure feels like i do, because i can only take a few minutes of swinging around a heavy ass sword before my ribs start constricting my lungs and i have to lay down to catch my breath.

i almost flunked out of the academy a couple times,  but where i lack in stabbing and slicing, i more than make up for with a bow. i have one of the best accuracy rankings in my class and i can nail a butterfly from fifteen meters away. it's the twenty/twenty vision i'm telling you.

see dad, i'm not such a disappointment after all.

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