Post by saeth on Jan 12, 2006 5:32:45 GMT -5
I don't know how to begin this. Maybe it's because I'm tired, maybe because I have not eaten in three days... I don't know... I don't know where to start. Do I start with what happened to me today? Last week? When I was born? A hundred years ago when Jothrin...
I know I am not exactly sane. I have... seen so much, lost so much that I'm afraid...and I don't even know what I'm afraid of.
I have a twin brother named Jothrin. One hundred years ago he was convicted of making an attempt on the life of the queen and was exiled. They didn't listen to us, I know my brother, he would never have done it. Maybe those people he was friends with might have, but not my Jothrin. Not him.
But there was nothing I could do and ever since then I have travelled, trying to gather information to clear my brother's name. Every year I feel like I lose more of myself, I am so filled with despair that I fear I might lose my mind...
I have to get my brother back. He is the other half of my soul, the rest of me. When we are apart, it's like I am bleeding out onto the dry ground, dying slowly, suffocating.
I once thought I could forget... Gods how I loved Kayern, we were so happy. It didn't matter that werewolves weren't exactly looked upon kindly, neither was I. We had each other.
I long to see him again... though whether to take him once again in my arms, or kill him I do not know.
Ugh, this is foolishness. It will not help me to write about it.