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estdeus_innobisTuesday, October 13th
Day 135
Morning
I have not slept. The bitch has deviled me for the past two days; everywhere I look she is there. She was there last night, where I went to get far away from here. Away from this town, away from the fire that seems to plague this body, away from it all. As far and as fast as I rode, the moment I stopped, she was there and her laughter made the flames inside me rise higher. That was the last thing I heard, before the blood and the pain and the clash of swords in battle. When I could hear again, there was nothing but silence as the town burned around me, the ground littered with bodies and soaked in blood. There was nothing left but me and my laughter roared over the flames.
The pen pauses in my hand as I think on these things and my resolve is firmer than it ever was. I need to get far the fuck away from this town and fast, before it happens again and there’s nothing left but blood and ash. As much as it made my blood sing, the core of what I am stretch to free itself from its confines, and I am losing control. I will not allow it to happen here.
All of the books, records and other various items will be moved tomorrow and weapons sent to their designated places. The papers for Simon have been signed, and all I have left to finish is this wretched paper in front of me. If I can fucking finish it. Who would have thought something as simple as this would prove to be such a cunt. As for the rest in this house, I care not. I have clung to it all for far longer than I should, it is time to leave it behind. Save the things that have always belonged to me and are part of what I am, and one more thing beyond that. As I think of it, my fingers run down the near smooth edges of the bit of stone that still hangs from a leather thong around my neck. My lips pull into a small grin as I bend my head and pen the words that would not come before.
My grin grows wider as the others in the house stir and I fold the last letter and place it in an envelope with the other documents and the bit of metal that will accompany it. Everything is set. As I leave, I close the door to my room and head for the main one. I was mistaken, there is one more thing I must do. Now let’s see if she’ll let me go. Not that she has a choice.
[OPEN TO LÚGH AND ERIS] [CLOSED]
Day 135
Morning
I have not slept. The bitch has deviled me for the past two days; everywhere I look she is there. She was there last night, where I went to get far away from here. Away from this town, away from the fire that seems to plague this body, away from it all. As far and as fast as I rode, the moment I stopped, she was there and her laughter made the flames inside me rise higher. That was the last thing I heard, before the blood and the pain and the clash of swords in battle. When I could hear again, there was nothing but silence as the town burned around me, the ground littered with bodies and soaked in blood. There was nothing left but me and my laughter roared over the flames.
The pen pauses in my hand as I think on these things and my resolve is firmer than it ever was. I need to get far the fuck away from this town and fast, before it happens again and there’s nothing left but blood and ash. As much as it made my blood sing, the core of what I am stretch to free itself from its confines, and I am losing control. I will not allow it to happen here.
All of the books, records and other various items will be moved tomorrow and weapons sent to their designated places. The papers for Simon have been signed, and all I have left to finish is this wretched paper in front of me. If I can fucking finish it. Who would have thought something as simple as this would prove to be such a cunt. As for the rest in this house, I care not. I have clung to it all for far longer than I should, it is time to leave it behind. Save the things that have always belonged to me and are part of what I am, and one more thing beyond that. As I think of it, my fingers run down the near smooth edges of the bit of stone that still hangs from a leather thong around my neck. My lips pull into a small grin as I bend my head and pen the words that would not come before.
My grin grows wider as the others in the house stir and I fold the last letter and place it in an envelope with the other documents and the bit of metal that will accompany it. Everything is set. As I leave, I close the door to my room and head for the main one. I was mistaken, there is one more thing I must do. Now let’s see if she’ll let me go. Not that she has a choice.
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