Dwyn knew he was young. His bodyguard often told him that his youth made him impatient. He was all of thirteen and realized that it colored his perspective. However, it also made him slightly less cynical. He truly believed that the world could change.

There was a time, many decades ago, that non-humans were looked upon as equals. If things had changed so that people would put them in a sideshow menagerie, then things could change back. Things could even change for the better. Dwyn smiled, imagining a time when the races lived together – not separately – as equals.