Lemurick pt11

Lemurick could not shake FairweatherFriend's words from his mind, as hard as he tried. There was a lingering doubt that told him that Fairweather was, indeed, happier than himself. Lemurick comforted himself with the fact that he was a greater success than FairweatherFriend would ever be. It was true- Lemurick was at the verge of unquestionable greatness. People were beginning to notice him and view him as a threat to their own success and his name was often uttered quietly as he walked proudly down the street. Even those who knew him best said that he was unstoppable, he was to them an immovable rock of strength and brilliance. Lemurick secretly hoped that his father could see him now, he who had considered Lemurick to be common. Thinking of his father stirred a new emotion inside of Lemurick. He paused curiously to ponder what it was. He could not figure it out. It was a little of glee, and little of fierce anger and a lot of dogged determination. I bothered Lemurick to not understand what he was feeling so much that he could not shake the feeling itself. He began to become obsessed- if word got out that he was not an immovable rock than he would no longer be trusted and admired. Lemurick could see his world crashing in on him. He knew what he must do, but it must be done carefully and with great secrecy.