Of Regalus
To learn of the past. To record the present. To witness the future. To take the world within my eyes. This is the ambition I set for myself and hold in highest regard.
At first, I wrote this Collection as a precaution. Too many times I've found myself at the mercy of my weakness. I hold no grudge against anyone and consider none enemies but the world likes to stand differently. The present is full of danger, of which I've no true confidence in completely living through. And yet... I still wish to see:
They, the great damnation, demons, witches and warlocks that threaten and warp creation. They, the hope, angels and saints, faiths and Gods which pierce the dark and shines a light to tomorrow. They, whose ambitions and passions of others as they shape the world around them. They, who die without so much a memory.
And so I write this book and hopefully, as Memoria sees, many more. Each person is blessed with a different world that only they see. Perhaps with this, though myself may be gone, I can share mine with others. Not only does writing is a way of me to organize and consolidate my thoughts, but so others may see this wonderful world I find so curious and interesting.
Oh Memoria, who embodies every stroke of a pen, witnesses every clash of sword, and sees every inspiration that drives humanity ever forward; give me the strength to witness your vision.
To learn of the past. To record the present. To witness the future. To take the world within my eyes. This is the ambition I set for myself and hold in highest regard.
At first, I wrote this Collection as a precaution. Too many times I've found myself at the mercy of my weakness. I hold no grudge against anyone and consider none enemies but the world likes to stand differently. The present is full of danger, of which I've no true confidence in completely living through. And yet... I still wish to see:
They, the great damnation, demons, witches and warlocks that threaten and warp creation. They, the hope, angels and saints, faiths and Gods which pierce the dark and shines a light to tomorrow. They, whose ambitions and passions of others as they shape the world around them. They, who die without so much a memory.
And so I write this book and hopefully, as Memoria sees, many more. Each person is blessed with a different world that only they see. Perhaps with this, though myself may be gone, I can share mine with others. Not only does writing is a way of me to organize and consolidate my thoughts, but so others may see this wonderful world I find so curious and interesting.
Oh Memoria, who embodies every stroke of a pen, witnesses every clash of sword, and sees every inspiration that drives humanity ever forward; give me the strength to witness your vision.