[In this entry, clipped to the corner of a page is an artist's rendition of a Zweifalk perched on a branch, it's twin heads scouring all about it, seeing all at once as it awaits it's prey.]
Twenty-Third Entry, 30. Dezember, 773 BC.
It's going to be a new year soon, a chance for me to start the year off positively, and get some work done. I'm proud of how Verinne has pulled herself together these last few months, and I find myself enamored by her enthusiasm. Even in the darkest hours, she sees a bright sky, and the stars beyond. Though sometimes, she needs someone to hold her head so she looks up towards them. Her future is looking more clear now than ever, and hopefully, we will be able to learn something from the latest treasure trove we brought home with us. A step closer to making her life normal again, and ending her constant suffering.
She's lucky to have all the friends surrounding her that she does, to protect her and care for her. The world isn't keen on being kind to people like us. People who have virtue, and a good heart to try to make changes in the world. Change is abhorrent to many, and threatens the rest. Even the most promising flowers wilt away when faced with the changing of the seasons, as I've come to find personally. I'd write more on it here, but I fear somehow my own thoughts would betray me if I spoke too soon. Perhaps, once it is taken care of, I'll detail it here for the sake of memory.
Now, as my eyes lay upon the skeins of fate before me as presented by the Grand Scheme, I must ask of Ezra, what measure of a test have I been given? At first I knew Guilt, then I knew Ignorance, then came Conviction, and with it, Truth. Now that I have Truth, I have Clarity, and I can see it all. I doubted myself, at first, and so did Verinne. I wanted to believe her, desperately so. To sway my mind into a false, if comforting belief. Yet, in my stomach brew the discontent of the past, knowing what came of my blind-eye then, and how it festered into an abomination that I never could stop. Manipulated, deceived, and forsaken by the threat of death. I have lost my remorse, I have lost my pity. In the Clarity, Ezra has given me, I have now been able to find Peace, to cleanse me of Guilt.
Guilt. Ignorance. Conviction. Truth. Clarity. Peace. Justice.
Do not underestimate the Zweifalk, for that it has two heads, and four eyes -- it's gaze, omniscient.