Finding Community
There's nothing worse than feeling like you don't belong, like you are so different from everyone around you that there must be something wrong with you.
This is a feeling Hallas has had his whole life. He's musical, living among engineers and fishermen. The Resani, his people, are not interested in anything artistic. They believe in being practical, and the arts have no place in their society.
But Hallas has music in his bones. He can't help but hum and sing, even among those who tell him to shush. There are songs in his head; words and music he can't help but express.
When he lived among his family, he was ostracized for wanting to be who he was. For wanting to have his music accepted.
Now, he's being punished for his use of wild magic and has been stripped of his magic and of knowing who he really is. In fleeing from his crimes, Hallas left home and traveled from res to res, trying to hide who he was, but also trying to find forgiveness. But the nagas weren't satisfied with Hallas' self-flagellation. Some wanted to kill him. Saner voices prevailed, and instead, they took away Hallas' knowledge that he had been a chosen one.
But even without the knowledge of who he is, even without his magic, Hallas' music will not be suppressed. It's the core of who he is. And ultimately is how he will bring magic back to humans. In another 200 pages or so.
For now, Hallas will have to be content with finding an underground of the arts among the Resani. And finding community among those who, like him, can't help but be who they are.
This is a feeling Hallas has had his whole life. He's musical, living among engineers and fishermen. The Resani, his people, are not interested in anything artistic. They believe in being practical, and the arts have no place in their society.
But Hallas has music in his bones. He can't help but hum and sing, even among those who tell him to shush. There are songs in his head; words and music he can't help but express.
When he lived among his family, he was ostracized for wanting to be who he was. For wanting to have his music accepted.
Now, he's being punished for his use of wild magic and has been stripped of his magic and of knowing who he really is. In fleeing from his crimes, Hallas left home and traveled from res to res, trying to hide who he was, but also trying to find forgiveness. But the nagas weren't satisfied with Hallas' self-flagellation. Some wanted to kill him. Saner voices prevailed, and instead, they took away Hallas' knowledge that he had been a chosen one.
But even without the knowledge of who he is, even without his magic, Hallas' music will not be suppressed. It's the core of who he is. And ultimately is how he will bring magic back to humans. In another 200 pages or so.
For now, Hallas will have to be content with finding an underground of the arts among the Resani. And finding community among those who, like him, can't help but be who they are.
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