Missing Letters of Odon's University...

Tomorrow may be my last day. I wasn't sure who to say goodbye to. They won't remember me anyway. I'll be a distant memory, a vacant figure in their minds. My roommate, my friends? What do those words mean anyway. I don't know who they are, and they certainly don't know me.
You want to know what happened? I was told to go to the Odonian. It may mean nothing to you, just another aspect of everday University life, but for me, it's a death sentence. When you're a part-blood there isn't much use for your existence. Odon says we live to serve, our presence is expendable. So I know the Odonian won't let me just waltz back to class. It doesn't matter what I did or who I offended. They have no use for me anymore, if there was one to begin with.
I had been standing at the corner of the hallway, pressed against the blank walls, my dark brown hair framing eyes too blue. I wasn't suppose to look this way, it wasn't Odon's plan. My impurity was my own fault. They took punishment into their own hands, striking down on me without inhibition. Beneath the burning bulbs of a blinding hallway. They started with my skin, not as dark as their own, because I am partly winglet, brandishing it with fists and books of Faith. They tore at my hair grasping for security in their own superiority. I gave in, knowing that the pain only acknowledged what I felt within.
I'm not sure how long I laid there. Spotlighted by the orb of white light above, head cocked awkwardly to the side, knees angled unnaturally inward. The red streaming from my nose and staining my clothing, coursing through my veins and staining myself. It was there that I laid awaiting the true persecution. I couldn't muster the strength to look upwards when someone tapped me on the shoulder. But I did hear the reprimand the faceless person had for me. "The Odonian would like to see you."
I'm not sure what I did, I know I probably missed class or looked at one of those pure-bloods in a way that was not accepted. I suppose it doesn't matter. I only wish I had someone to say goodbye to. I only wish I could know that someone was reading my words and actually seeing them. Seeing me.
--------Stuffed beneath the desk of Room 122

Dorian's Last Say...

There's something missing when I try to connect to the others. They forget that I'm only one person, a half-blood - I know - but still just one being, one mind. I don't know how I've managed to impress them this long. Sneaking in and out of the University has become tiresome and I'd never tell Tor how many close calls I've had. I had to risk it though...ever since I saw her.
She doesn't melt into the white starkness of the University like the other pure-blood Winglets do. She stands out, like she's in the wrong story, a blooming flower in the middle of winter. I gave up trying to explain to the others why I need to return to the University. I can never tell them its because of a pure-blood. They'd say I was risking the fate of the entire Great Oak for a girl?
The pressure of what lies before me is crushing. I thought I could bear it for the sake of the others, but when I think of what Odon did to my parents? I realize there is no way out, but sometimes I imagine the ocean, laying upon the hot sand and letting the tide wash over me and cool my skin. I just realized! That's what it feels like. That's what it's like when I look at Oriana.

Missing Letters of Odon's University...

I'm not sure who will be reading this...in fact I secretly pray that no one will. Although, I fear if I leave no warning, we may be lost in ourselves for eternity. Odon exists, I know this to be true, I can't say exactly how, but I am certain he is watching. Always waiting for the next of us to emerge from the white walls, eyes burning from the brightness, welling up with water, once we've finally opened them to see through the facade that surrounds us.
The University exists only to imprison us in ourselves, trap us behind our pure faces. I know the part-bloods believe as we do, but they are less closely watched, considered dispensible by the professors and the Odonians. Why do I even bother questioning it? Why risk everything for the sake of expressing this rising doubt? This tide of emotions that I can't seem to push back, that will not recede as the others are able to do.
If you read this, know that you are not alone. Know that whatever you sense, inuitively feel is truth, know that we will break free of this place. Some day soon we will discover what that unsettled twitch is and then we'll finally be free.
--Scribbled on a notebook found in Odon's University.