.."I turned on my heels and walked out of his office. Tears filled my eyes as I walked through the Schoolschool into the teacher's parking.It had been...nearly a full year now. Actually, it had been a year as I thought about it. A year and a few days since I kicked Stan out of my life. I knew time had no relevance to mental scarring, but it felt like I should have moved on. Stan had more than moved on, so why couldn't I?There was a time back in high school and college where I would have buried. A very prestigious family register, with many great figures in her past. She was born years before the Monarchy fell, years before the Sisters of the Trinity took control of the land. Pamela, your namesake was born in Toridé more than two hundred years ago, and her mother, Palomina Gustafsen, was healer to the King, and one of his favourites."There is no record of their deaths, and no record of what became of them after leaving Toridé. It is as if they simply disappeared from the land."Pamela. He was fairly sure she'd almost asked to go to his place the night before.Despite a crappy day at work, he was in a good mood, and it was noticeable."I swear I'm going to slap you if you don't stop grinning," Rich said as they waited for maintenance to replace a broken motor that had everyone at a standstill. "Where have you been lately? You're out of here like the Road Runner the second you clock out." Better things to do than go to the bar and talk about this place," he answered, and then. While they did that I played battering ram.The gate to the home was flimsy as hell. The truth was that there wasn't that much timber in the region and the gate had been made of tree limbs that had been woven together and then suspended across the entrance to the courtyard that stood in front of the chief's home. The gate was more a privacy barrier than a deterrent. Knowing this I decided to knock it down.With Luther and the boys covering me I ran at the gate with my shield up and I threw my.