John Longtooth

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In all tales about heroes, about kings and princes, about valiant warrior and mages, why is there not a single recount of their faults, their weaknesses, their true desires, and the lies that mire their splendid image not revealed in the story? Surely all people are not good, and all people are bad, regardless of whether of skin, ears, language, upbringing, or philosophy, someone had committed a sin.

I have comitted sins that makes man keel. I have seen things that would make even the most hardiest of killers to wrought with fear

And yet....why haven't insanity gripped me?

I have killed so many people that blood even stains my hands, like the autumn leaves of Aegis all those years ago. Heads, arms, feet, ripped with impunity as "meat". How foolish I was then, and the doubts, the fear stalks me from the shadows even now, a painful reminder of the past that I once was.

The Butcher Of Oren.

What a ridiculous title in Asulon. The sorrow, the sadness.

All too well recognized in this world of clowns and fools, where bandits steal from the poor while those on the lofty peeks stay far from harm. Where the insane roam the hills, ready to kill at a seconds notice.

I...I want to change it, but the past restricts me from changing life, from death. My hands are chained with the blood of the past, the tears of the families of the lost restricting me from moving in this world or make an impact, the grief of friends like quicksand in the desert.

In a way, I have become death itself.....

And there is nothing to stop the cycle...

Unless death takes its hold.

[Tronan 4]

nice very nice well written :)

[Knox213 10]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.