Musings
Time has passed, strange and different, yet the passing of the seasons tell the time.
No sleep, never any sleep anymore it seems, the dreams come awake when they come.
The mind seem to never rest, so much to process.
So the Faithfull were judging him, strangely detached he mused over their words and actions.
The little one, the one preaching hope had told him to destroy himself, to abandon hope.
How did this fit the faith?
Harbingers of hope, claiming weres, were to be cured and not destroyed even until the point they turned others.
She had hope for those, but for an old mentor and brother she had none?
Perhaps I will end up doing wrong, but don’t we all have the capacity for that? At least for me nothing is hidden, they know what I am, can take precautions being careful, we had no such possibility with them: Dragrin, Drudoc and Samira.
Dragrin was reconciled with the light before her death, Drudoc after by hope herself, did any worry about Samiras soul ?
And they ask me to destroy myself?
Should we have destroyed Samira because we all have the capacity to do evil ?, should we have destroyed Dragrin when she started hearing voices?, or Drudoc or anyone else in the outskirts, because they all have the capacity to do evil.
The calibans, most turn bad but is a choice or a reaction to a society that will cast them out, yet Dong and Arik showed with all clarity that it is possible to move beyond what people claim.
So they ask me to destroy myself, to abandon hope to abandon duty to abandon the fight against the darkness.
I will not it is against everything I believe in, against the teachings.
The tenets of Lathander talk of fighting the Evil Undead. Am I evil?
Are the tenets of the Morninglord so much different? Why the blood stained lips then?
All these musings keep me awake, always awake.
Yet I have hope
I have friends
I have what those we fight will never have, people I can trust.
So many claim I am endangering them, but who am I to take their free will away, to decide for them, to belittle them.
I trust in them, and in them making their own choices.
As I always have, before or after the turning, I will lose friends but I will not turn back, as they will not.
So the fight is brought to the night.
Sentinels in the dark.
And a Dark knight