08-04-2024, 07:13 AM
Once upon a time, this journal was a dream. My father's words, his projects. Written in such vivid detail, how I would slip away with it when he fell asleep, to look upon his creations. His ideas. To imagine them brought to fruition, and how beautiful that would be.
Upon reflection, those dreams were nightmares. A creator who only makes that which takes life, is no creator. But a destroyer.
Once upon a time, I though my family was all I ever wanted. Sure, the desert was unforgiving. But it was our own, wasn't it?
Upon reflection, our shack was just another ill-gotten gain. I sometimes wonder what happened to it's owner. Did he die before we moved in? Or did...
Once upon a time, I ran away from home seeking to improve myself. To prove myself to those who thought me lesser. I wished to do right by them, and show that I was worth every little moment they gave me. That's not a bad thing, right?
Upon reflection, it was not improvement I sought, but freedom. And freedom, did I find. A new home. New friends. New opportunities. No more did I have to live that life, but instead I was free to see what l could make for myself. But I didn't break of that life, didn't I?
I lied. I cheated. I swindled. The only line I didn't cross, was the one stained in red.
I wanted to be like them. I wanted to shoot like him, I wanted to forge like him. I wanted to be him. So, who am I now?
Better.
A better shot. A better forgehand. A Runemaster. A fellow who tries his best, and protects those he loves.
I'm more then he'll ever be.
And yet, there's still one last step, isn't there? To free myself, of that life. To let go of what was; and embrace what is, to look forward to what may be. This journal is the last tether I have, and even now I cling to it in case I find him one day, to show him all I've learned.
But no more. I leave this here, not as a message. But as a declaration.
I, Cletus Klein, am a good man. And yet, I will be better.
That's that.
[Fire] [Propogate] [Amplify] [Consume]
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Upon reflection, those dreams were nightmares. A creator who only makes that which takes life, is no creator. But a destroyer.
Once upon a time, I though my family was all I ever wanted. Sure, the desert was unforgiving. But it was our own, wasn't it?
Upon reflection, our shack was just another ill-gotten gain. I sometimes wonder what happened to it's owner. Did he die before we moved in? Or did...
Once upon a time, I ran away from home seeking to improve myself. To prove myself to those who thought me lesser. I wished to do right by them, and show that I was worth every little moment they gave me. That's not a bad thing, right?
Upon reflection, it was not improvement I sought, but freedom. And freedom, did I find. A new home. New friends. New opportunities. No more did I have to live that life, but instead I was free to see what l could make for myself. But I didn't break of that life, didn't I?
I lied. I cheated. I swindled. The only line I didn't cross, was the one stained in red.
I wanted to be like them. I wanted to shoot like him, I wanted to forge like him. I wanted to be him. So, who am I now?
Better.
A better shot. A better forgehand. A Runemaster. A fellow who tries his best, and protects those he loves.
I'm more then he'll ever be.
And yet, there's still one last step, isn't there? To free myself, of that life. To let go of what was; and embrace what is, to look forward to what may be. This journal is the last tether I have, and even now I cling to it in case I find him one day, to show him all I've learned.
But no more. I leave this here, not as a message. But as a declaration.
I, Cletus Klein, am a good man. And yet, I will be better.
That's that.
[Fire] [Propogate] [Amplify] [Consume]