legion - A journey through a twisted psyche

[ZestyDragon]

~ Home Coming ~

A tattered black leather bound journal is filled with hastily written notes. Its pages appear to be old and decayed, though the entries recent. an elegant black script fills the pages with a rushed deep red script in the margins, the handwriting seems different.

I wake yet again my heart racing and sweat dripping down my body, the blankets clinging to me like a snake might wrap around its pray. I can't remember why i wake so? Do i dream of home? No. that can't be it. I am home. While she is here i am home. "The night has come, the time to sleep is at an end." He is right, He is always right.. i can't stay in bed its finally time for me to see the world again. "Their despair shall feed her." Yes.. She must hunger for their suffering.

"Gentle beings touched by light
Dancing with life, they shine bright"

[ZestyDragon]

Deep Winter - 5213 NY

There are so many adventurers. Most of whom seem to claim to be anything else, as if the title its self carries some kind of insult. Granted with the brawling and such i have witnessed i suppose it could give people the wrong impression. I wonder if i to will be called an adventurer one day?. No, but we shall fest on their sorrow and anguish as their deaths spread loss. Perhaps that is for the best really. Then they would not be concerned about how they are seen.

It did not take long for someone to introduce them self to me. A knight like my self, he was kind and a fast runner. I have not seen him since however. I helped him feed the earth. You did? that is a pity, he would have made a good friend. I am the only friend you need. And her, we cannot forget her.

Mother seems to be causing a stir lately. Many have come out to hunt her after what she did. I cannot decide if i should help her, or watch them claw at her. She has not asked me to help yet her death could slow oblivion. Oblivion must not be slow down. You are right of course, but she would not be mother if she could not handle a few claws. Maybe this is the time to travel down below and find new friends, a night with you and we would get all the answers we need. The height of their happiness will be the depth of their pain. Just remember answers before death.

"Gentle beings touched by light
Dancing with life, they shine bright
Until the day that death casts its shade
We will meet and all else will fade"

[ZestyDragon]

In today's entry the elegant script has been pushed to the margin with the rushed blood red script filling the page.

Beautiful.. And we thought she was weak with how easily she had been discovered. But oh how she played with that knight, Is there nothing more beautiful then the new Sir Anthem. I wish he would be silent, Its hard to focus with all that screeching. Nonsense with each cry my passion is rekindled. Their suffering makes me feel again. I hope she parades him around so all those knights suffer. After all suffering is the meaning of life, well their lives. I am glad she did not grant him oblivion. He has not earned the right yet, but he will in service of the black hand.

You should have not revealed your self to those others. None of the other children can be trusted. You worry to much. And you not enough, that face belonged to her it was not yours to give. They paid the price it was expected, besides you and i both know that is not my real face. Fine but if they reveal it, they become mine to play with. As you say Shade.

Gentle beings touched by light
Dancing with life, they shine bright
Until the day that death casts its shade
We will meet and all else will fade

When life’s thread breaks it’s final strand
Will they flee?