I'll be honest with you, I don't think this is ever coming back. I do have a lot of interesting idea for it, but I just don't know if I'll have the time. If you like my style of writing, consider checking out.

  Tanlar. A cruel, repulsive, and foul word. It meant untitled, officially, but it also meant ungifted, unable, unworthy, unnecessary, unhuman. It was more a curse than a term. A badge only the damned and condemned wore. To be a tanlar was to know your life, your entire being, was insignificant.

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  Once Kaizer had resigned himself to such a fate, but those times had passed. He may have been untitled, but he was anything but untalented. He refused to scrape by at the bottom of society. Those who stood above him could sneer all they liked, but he wouldn’t suffer being stepped on for long. He’d be better, much better.

  But of course he would be. ‘Fate’ demanded it so.

  I writing it for the writathon and its at about 50 pages already. More if you're reading this past Friday. If it ends up not being your thing, that's fine though!