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We all walk paths, Roads from past to future, And onwards we walk forever more, as we eternally sojourn in the present. Most paths wind and twist; converging, connecting, collecting. Before much time one walker becomes two, And two walkers become more. Yet my path continues onwards, Parallel to all, Perpendicular to none. I have met choices; Crossroads on my path, And I have never gone right. While you all tread your paths together, I walk alone. While you strive for the future with others, I see no future to walk towards. At the end of my path, I see nought but death. And as I walk ever towards it, I feel the touch of

Darkness. A pitch-black void of empty thoughts. How long had it existed? Did anything else exist? Such thoughts flitted through the empty space looking for answers in the impossible murk, but there were none to find. Such was the landscape within Antos Corban's mind. For the longest time, there was nought to occupy it; no stimuli to provoke change. No memories dwelt there, and if there ever had been in the past, they were now lost to him. Though despite the dank cold within his barren mind, Antos was at peace. At peace, that is until light entered his mind. A thin shaft of light crept into his eyes, waking his mind from its deep slumber. O

The corridors of Lordscastle, it seemed, were much less ornate than the room in which Antos, Marcus and Seriand had awoken. In fact, as they strode along the great lengths that the Master Servant led, it seemed seemed badly-kept altogether: The rough, bare stone walls were left unpainted and encased in a thick layer of mildew. The floor was covered with only an un-dyed hemp carpet, and the only light was provided by occasional torches mounted on the walls which spat seemingly in disgust as the new servants passed. The three walked together a few strides behind Derther, shoulder to shoulder; no matter who couldn't be trusted in these unsure t

Starlight, Such awe-inspiring beauty, Such radiance and shine. Starlight, How was I to know your pull on me? How did you cleanse my soul so clean? Starlight, As I stood, I calmed before you, As I knelt, I humbled more. Starlight, A darkness had gripped me, A light enthralled me. Starlight, Although all hope had left me, Although I felt such rage, Starlight, You helped me past it, You cured my pain. Starlight, I bared my soul to you this night. Starlight, I will return.

We live in a backwards world. We are told of how we are constantly moving on step by step to the future, era ew erehw dehcaer neve t'nsah dlrow eht fo tsom nehw ,eb ew nac woh tuB We moan and strike and complain about how little we are payed, or how much is taken back, seilimaf rieht deef ot hguone ylerab nrae ot ylsseldne liot ohw esoht tegrof t'nod tuB We live in a backwards world. We bicker and fight about what does and does not go into our food, lla ta tae ot gnihton evah ohw elpoep eht tuoba tahw tuB We always complain when things go wrong, when essential supplies run dry, yawyna sdeen cisab tuohtiw evivrus ot evah ohw elpoep es

Fiddle de dum, Fiddle de dee, The old gray lady is after me. She's after my shoes, and she's after my skin, There's none so small that she can't fit in. I stand here alone, as always I have, I stand here in the comforting shroud of darkness, I stand here before the Cradle. I am Garrett , by name and reputation; 'Master Thief', 'Saviour', 'Murderer', All these titles have been granted to me. Not that I care. I am Garrett, Pawn of the paegans, and hammerite priests, 'Ally' to many, Nemesis to more, Friend to none. I am Garrett, No longer in the employ of others, No petty theft, or dagger in the back, This is my fight. I seek