Sabaa Tahir

I cannot remember the child's name, though. And I won't ever know this child's name either. It is a Scholar child? A Martial? A Mariner or a Tribal child, caught in the chaos?
It doesn't matter. The knowledge rolls over me like an ocean wave after an earth tremor, ruthless and unending. It doesn't matter because it was a life cut down too early. Even if he was a Karkaun child, he would still be worth mourning, because at this age, he would have been tender and soft, not yet molded by the violence of his elders.