The Journal Of A Mad Non-Magi

[The Iron Jaw]

As I find myself across these dunes once more, my mind wanders back to the times things started to change.
It brings me back, to my failures... My shortcomings... My displays of incompetence...
I couldn't save them...

I tried to stand for something, but I couldn't save any of them...

I wasn't strong enough to fend off the ogre back then...

I wasn't fast enough to stop that magi way back when...

I wasn't capable enough to be heard by the people, back then...

I wasn't powerful enough to save you, sister...

And they tore you apart...

And they tore my men apart...

And they tore my children apart...

And they tore me... Apart...

Mind, Body, and Spirit...

They said it was because I was a heretic.

They said it was because I was weak.

They said it was the natural order of things.

They said I was evil.

--And they killed, and they laughed, and they mocked us...

Yet, I will be remembered as the villain of their kind.

All of the tears I cried for the fallen, and it will only amount to nothing.

Because, what am I, next to a God in man's image?

Nothing.

Some cruel matter that Kraus would enact.

A world, where only -some- have the privilege of being his champions, and among them?

Monsters that'd tear apart his world and those who would live in it.

To think, the people praise others amongst those beings thought to be so high.

...But what god, goddess or whatever the Hel, could exist in this world, and say...

This, is beautiful?