George

Legacy of Nuzaria: Part 5 (George) I’m 11 years old, with blond hair and blue eyes like Dad. People say I’m young—but I see a lot more than they think. I’m quiet, but not shy. I’m just watching. Listening. Learning. I take after Mom in a lot of ways—her mind, her patience, her sharp eye for details. I’m curious about everything: machines, maps, trade routes, people’s expressions. I’ve already started helping with household logistics and supply charts. Numbers make sense. So do puzzles. So do people—if you know where to look. I don’t talk unless I have something worth saying. I can’t stand being patronized just because I’m the youngest boy. I’m not weak, and I’m not clueless. I just choose my moments. Lily understands me best—we share the same rhythm of quiet. We can sit in the same room working separately and somehow feel more connected than in conversation. Maddie wants to teach me how to fight, and Sarah challenges me to think like a ruler. William treats me like a younger soldier in training. Rachel mostly tries to rope me into stealing pastries. I let her. Sometimes. I’m not made for the front lines—at least not yet—but give me a cipher, a riddle, or a strategy problem and I’ll break it down. Someday I want to be an inventor. Or a strategist. Or both. I don’t need to stand in the spotlight. I’d rather design the stage.. We’re six siblings: Sarah (21), William (18), the twins Maddie and Lily (16), me (11), and Rachel (8). I look like Dad, along with Maddie and Lily. The others favor Mom. But we’re all some mix of the two—storm and steel, silence and spark. I don’t need to be loud. I’m learning how to change the world in silence.