Role

Chapter 12

I cannot forget my past. I cannot deny who I am. I cannot purge my blood.
My path is as much a Spiritual journey as it has ever been, though
perhaps more now that I understand these things. We are Faenral and we
are one. I can accept a hunger that I will not feed. I can accept a
Darkness that I will not become. Knowing the Darkness would allow me to
better fight it. Perhaps it is a necessary thing for me to be an Acolyte
worthy of the title.

There is strength in this. In choosing to do the right thing, despite
knowing the temptations of Power are lurking in the back of my mind. The
desire to do for myself will not overcome my desire to do for others. My
actions to this point have shown -me- as much. My dream of joining my
brothers and sisters in the Light, joining them in the Fortress, and
fighting against the very thing I very nearly became is a dream no more.
It is becoming my reality.

When the Mind collides with the Body and Soul, reality slips into the
surreal. The impossible becomes possible, and -everything- begins to fade
away. When all has disappeared, dreams can be shaped into reality.