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Wednesday Aug 04, 2010
Hello Community. Call me Shaddess. I promise it is a name that has …
The days become cold as I sink here all alone. I leave far behind me the world I have always known. No snow on the ground, no leaves other then green, but I still sit here alone, cold like a stone. I sink to the depth, where the mind never rests, sinking alone in this hell of my own. Another has gone as a legacy burns. I am the last of us though I have nothing to earn. My home falls and crumbles, the bricks turn to sand. My mind falls like darkness like the sun without the will to stand. I have tried in my way, to rekindle my flame. But so much has been lost that it has become a nightmare to write again. I do what I can to keep some composure, but tears fall away while I search desperately for closure. The last hero is gone, leaving me soundly adrift. I can think of little else, but these torments and rifts. With no one left to guide me, all my father's dead and buried, I can't find the strength to stand up for duty.
There is a legacy in me, that I found out rather quickly. I am cursed in this life to have one good year in twenty. Each decade that starts, always comes with a tragedy, this time around has not found me lucky. So long ago, my father was taken from me, now my last hero has died and I am left empty. I feel pity that he could not go home once more before dying. I feel grateful he went with peace, for he had little with his family. I want to be with my heroes in this land where they are buried, but I am the last one who has even a small chance to be worthy. I failed so much and my life seems so hard. I want something good again but the universe is an evil god. No peace waits for me as everything I have crumbles, forcing me to leave all my hope with another. I want him to be better, to find things easy. I want him to live free, without this legacy of a dying.