Role

Chapter 2

Hidden within the wallboards of a false cave support just south of Galadon,
lies the remains of young Haelior's journal. His memory of its whereabouts
have long been forgotten - for some unknown reason, the pages are slowly
turning completely black.... as if Thera itself wants to erase something.

.==========11th Day of Freedom, Month of the Grand Struggle================.
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| Father and mother, friend of foes, what true weakness do they impose? /
| They took my tools today, I'll have to find new ones. They can't stop <
| me from sharpening wood can they? Idiots. We'll remember that look so \
.\ it can be frozen forever. Haelior Veranimea won't be held back by such/
. \ simple notions of c-________________________________________________/
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./ -er me they do. It's obvious now, I've scared them into silence. Go \
| play outside they say. Leave the other boys alone! Why not go walking \_
| and get some fresh air. Wash up for supper, you wouldn't want to catch a |
| cold! By the gods, I will swallow their souls and then rip the clouds out|
.\-f the sky and shove them down their throats! DO YOU NOT SEE WHAT I WIL-/
. \_-ECOME! No, of course not. All they see is this sack of blood but th-/
. \ for what power lies beneath. My bones are strong, my will is u-___/
. \______________________________________________________________/
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./-iographer's note: Looks like I wrote this long ago - man, I was fu-\
/ one screwed up kid! Still no sign of where, probably for the best a-/
\ we wouldn't want interupti-.. _____________________________________/
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