Beginning At The End.
It's been a year since the events that have drawn me to this decision. A year since I, against all odds, sided with the Templars and fought against the mages. It was one of the bloodiest and un-necessary battles I have ever fought within. Kirkwall had still yet to pick itself up from the ashes of the battle, signs of the war still linger everywhere.
I know I no longer belong here, if I ever did in the first place. I know now that try though I had, I only added fuel to the sparking flames of distrust and dis-loyalty. I only tried what I had thought best, but not even I can convince myself of that much longer. Even if I am now the Vicount and the Templars, mages and people of this city looked to me for leadership I can’t help. I’m no good unless I’m in a fight making rushed decisions that seem to find a way to kick me later.
I let out a heavy sigh as I walk through the empty dark streets. The slight rain that pattered from the sky seemed to somehow