One Hin's Journal

[ManUtd4Ever]

*Opening a leather binder on his desk and dipping a quill in dark ink, he begins the therapy of writing in his diary*

I am the oldest! Why do they always dote on him? He is a mere farmer. Hells, they are all farmers. Each one is a slave to the land and yet they rejoice in it. I left for sanity and my salvation.


Do I hate him? No, but I cannot stand to see his smug face looking back at me. He was chosen and given such gifts! What I wouldn’t do with those gifts. I'm damn sure I would right all of those wrongs!

Wait… Am I evil?

No.

Determined?

Yes.

If I am going to serve any one master it may as well be Him. He is capable. He has a purpose.

But am I capable of fear?

I must admit it is such a strange concept to me. I have never known of it all my life, nor have I ever known any of my kin to express such concerns.

But am I truly capable of fear?

Yes! If it brings me closer to absolution and immortality then I will learn to fear. I will learn to obey those who I respect.


Sundren. Will I find what I seek? Yes. I think so, but I will not stand by and let others insult me!


That fool! He doubted my skills and so I served him the Chief’s head on the edge of my blade.

PISS OFF!

I need to learn to control my anger. I left without my pouch of coins he promised.


Anger will serve a purpose, but only if I remain its master. For the time being I will remain in the shadows. Its coin I need…