The Essence of a Songsmith

[Kokobunji]

It was one early morning, or perhaps a late night that Ghost Littleknight returned to the Temple Barracks of the Triumvirate. Upon seeing the doors of this holy ground, Ghosts heart sank. His mind returned to the memory of Darius scolding him to never return to the temple. Then the memory of the terrible man that visited a few days prior. Memories of began flooding his mind, making him feel more and more ashamed of his past. He felt the greed, the hunger and the sorrow. All of these emotions he tried to claim were not his.

Ghost shook his head. He turned his back to the temple doors and then sulked off toward the pond.

"Maybe they're right. Maybe I did barter my soul."