Ahhhh Bariyan. That's a strange name, you know? It sounds strange to the people whom were supposedly MY people and it sounded equally strange to the people who weren't mine. I was unwelcome everywhere I went. No one would accept him, me, it, I, as their own, no one wants to, no one will lay claim to this skin. In Sachra I was Khartan, and in Kharta I was the pretender, they said I tried to hide my eyes and my weak blood behind dark skin and dark hair and they held me in contempt for that....
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This is quite tiring, isn't it?