The actual name of the file uploaded was blurred_lines. Yes it’s blurred but not exactly lines at least not that I see. I started out thinking I would write about patterns here – how I see the world. But the name of the file made me think of something else – how many blurred lines are in my life.
I am neither Venatori nor Human. I am neither straight nor gay. I knew neither my mother nor my father. I could probably go on, but you get the idea. I have never been one to conform to the things that I should. I’m not a straight A student because I like studying – it was forced upon me. It was either you get an A or you don’t practice magic. What can I say I was a sucker for my “god-given” talent of bending the four elements.
It has become such a part of my life that I can’t imagine a world without it. There are so many things that are unknown about what we do – or what I do. Cesari are rare. There are Venatori Scrin who’s sole focus is studying Cesari. That’s how much is unknown. Everything I do comes from a blurred line. A rule I don’t follow exactly. A statement that isn’t quite true.
I mean I can’t even tell people what I do for real. I’m an exterminator. I’m a consultant. What am I really? I am a monster hunter. But even that is far from the truth, I don’t hunt monsters I hunt the criminal elements of the supernatural races and I bring them to justice – Venatori justice but justice none-the-less.