The recent days have dragged by, blending into a dull twilight which is slowely fading to darkness. I speak of one I met along my journey who has enriched my life beyond all comparison. I've watched her for months, in contemplation and pain. You see, I could never make her mine. Nearly eight months passed by with no change to our fate. Then on the eve of the first day of the fifth year of the second millenium, our fates intertwined and she became mine. I feel sorrow as I see her slowly slipping away. This is now becoming the week of decision. Decision for her, since my mind is set.
I promiss one thing to all beneath the heaven and within the earth. This is my Blood Oath and my Prayer: Should she walk away I will spend the rest of my days waiting in hope and pain that she might one day return to me. However this may turn, I pray to my Forgotten God that I will have the strength to do what I must.
-- The Vagrant Soul
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Tome of the Vagrant Soul
I am one who wanders, but I am not lost.
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