VinceJay

Day 1        There is information I’ve received from my contact which shall lead me to the enemy kingdom of Rhode.  The tales are that of a merchant with special knowledge of an ancient spell, when combined with that of a certain stone, grants the user a wish.  O how can I not keep away from the worlds’ mysteries?  Uncovering the conspiracy to assassinate the Lionne high family and locating the lost bow of the ancient warrior Kesla, these journeys have always lead me to excitement and the unknown.  But spells?  Some may say I am a fool for lending an ear to these fables.  Spells are myths; fantasy.  Those are but words of

Solitary comes banging on the wall The woman head down, defeated, cowering from fear Acknowledging all the knowledge from all The problems, troubles, issues never seem to disappear Consequences of the actions brought onto the future generation Instrument of death hazing up her vision Two voices fight without a single conversation Her own foolishness greeted her final decision Shimmering liquid remains of unfilled hopes and dreams The action grew despair to peek over the horizon Though it leads to underwhelming sympathies By others who perceive a darker person who has risen This world, her reality, her youth No light as she faces