Role

Chapter 4

Mom,
Not long ago I pledged myself to service in life, to the huntress that resides within the ancient
tree of the outland home. They protect life, they nurture it. They also enforce death and nurture
it too. Through service to them, maybe I will no longer be anathema to life and death, and be able
to have earned my life and my right to live. Maybe I can be forgiven, and appease death and life
a manner that is better than what it would have been a long time ago. Or maybe I am a fool and the
wolves will tear me apart and feed on my existance, but even then, then I can find my way to you.
Would I deserve death after what I have done, living?

But something has happened. Mom.. shortly after I pledged to the ancient tree, an ancient stirred,
and I believe I am responsible. The ancient that stirred just happened to be the guardian of the
great cycle of life itself, the cycle that I broke when I lived. And here I was within his great
tree, an abomination and affront to what he takes care of, an abomination that continues on much
like the wight that should have been destroyed as nature commands and yet still lingers as a
festering eyesore that should be destroyed I am that abomination, and I fear he woke because of
me, that he hunts for me and wants me dead.

I do not know if it matters to him, that I seek to right the wrongs that I am, and leave this
world a better place when I die, better off when I die, and better off from my death with this
cheated existannce that I posess.
Mom, I fear I may not be able to do this much before I die, and I fear the fate of an abomination
when life and death will not welcome them, and fear I will never be able to see you even should I
die. I am so afraid, but the only thing I can do is try.