Role

Chapter 6

Looking back it is difficult to remember a time without strife.Without
struggle for the Village, though there must have once been such a time.
Perhaps before me, before there were but four of us. I said to many of our
fallen passed, that the most powerful weapon our enemies have lives inside
our minds. It eats at us as our greatest weakness. Some it is fear of
failure, some of not being the strongest, some simply have a void inside them
that they cannot fill with any amount of blood, or gold, or thing. I wish I
could see deeper into these souls so as to rule them unfit before we must
rely on them. We count in our lists but fourteen now, and I think of those
fit to walk from their huts it's likely more like six. For them I remain
vigilant and strong. And pray for the approach of spring. I feel somedays
as though I am racing forwards without true focus, and dragging my bretheren
along behind me simply to keep them in motion. And in this I think that I
often have been unable to see my own focus because I was always looking in
the wrong direction. My focus is always, and has always been our Villagers.
To make sure they are prepared, equipped, and able to fight. In this I pray
I am successful. Though I can feel two things growing in the Village, rage,
and despair. I cannot place the genesis of them, but they must be excised.