Jaycent held up the coin hanging on a band around his neck and watched as it spun back and forth. A gift from his father, the prince’s kunah held the unicorn head symbol that marked him as a member of the Connor clan, or so he thought. “When I was a child,” Levee had to raise her ears to catch his quiet words, “my father told me we wore the unicorn’s bust because our family had a history of bonds with the regal unicorns.”
The gypsy reached out and stilled the coin’s spinning dance so that the unicorn head faced them. “I suppose that describes you well enough.”
“Does it?” he questioned.
Levee rolled to her knees so she sat in front of Jaycent and seized the coin from his hand. “This, my prince, is just a cheap coin. It only holds meaning if you give it one.” She let it fall to his chest, her stern eyes pinned to his gaze. “You think you must fit the role others have laid out for you. That is the lie you need to conquer. Who you are and who you will become is a destiny you decide. Seek your answers where you will, but define your actions by your own code. The one spelled out to you in your heart.” Levee leaned in closer and tapped his chest with her finger. “Who you are dwells somewhere inside of there. Only when you search that place will you find the reflection you’re looking for.”
It’s an eternal question that rages in the heart of every man and woman, from the moment we are cognizant of our soul until the day we return to dust.
Who are we?
What is our purpose?
What does it mean?
Jaycent asks this question throughout The Royal Rogue as he struggles with who he is versus who he is told to be. It’s an ongoing struggle inside his soul. He feels one way, but the world tells him to act another. He wants to save his people, but the re’shahna speak of a bigger picture. He can’t ask which path is the right one because all of his friends have a different answer. What path he chooses lies in his hands alone.
A scary notion for a sheltered prince.
It’s not until the last few pages that he finally chooses an identity. Even then, it’s only the beginning for the Rogue as he explores his own soul and what he is capable of.
Do you think our identity and purpose are paths we choose for ourselves, like Jaycent’s?
Or do you think it’s a preset fate, like destiny?