Role

Chapter 6

Things do not change, we change. The war wages immortal, darkness trying to
overtake the light while it in turn tries to shine into the deepest chasms.
How we view that war, its participants, who we are, seems to me a constant
evolution. We do not walk out of the storm the same as we walked into it.

I am a Scribe now, one day perhaps an Acolyte. But I do not need to be that
in name to be that in heart. 'Though you are gifted with the powers of life
and light, you walk in a world of death and darkness. You are the shield of
light. Protect those of the Light, and stand fast against the forces of the
Darkness.' One not be an elder of the Fortress, an Acolyte in name, to have
these words strengthen the heart, to help fortify both self and allies in
these dire times. Awed and overwhelmed am I at the sight of my brothers and
sisters laying their lives on the line for each other.

The book of scribes says, 'Pay close attention to the defensive training of
the Brigade, learn the techniques well, but also know that no defense is
perfect.' This resonates with me. We must prepare for and not be afraid of
the present storm, but also remember to look to the coming sun. For it will
rise again and again, and as the storms pass, life too will blossom, and the
heart and mind will be able to relax, knowing the battle is won for now.