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Ithelion's letter of sorrow
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| Approved Contributors | Ithelion |
Chronicle Summary
On an old dusty table there is a crisp parchment with writing on it. The words have been pressed hard into the paper and are almost unreadable due to the shaking hand of the writer.
Chronicle Content
I Ithelion am not of sound mind, though one could not be considered to be if they left their lover because they lost trust in them. I feel without reason but it must be. I'm a broken man, I have been since I left my home and my people though I'm glad to be in the care of another. I can no longer say what I mean....I'm empty and numb though I feel it is my own fault. I say that the heart heals in time yet do not believe my own words. I will heal, this I know. I am young but it seems so hard to put one foot in front of the other, I'm closing in on myself and pushing people away it seems. Oh lords, what have I done? Will I ever see pass my folly or will I find I made the right choice? Even the thorns in my feet hurt little compared to my chest and what I feel inside. My raven has been perched on my shoulder all day rubbing his head against my cheek and grabbing at my hair trying to ask what's wrong. Even he can feel my pain and yet I can not explain to him what has happened....I don't think I could explain to anyone what has happened. Lords give me the joy I had once again, I can not live in this sadness forever. Even the rain is hitting the window with the tears I can not let fall, taunting me for being able to find talent at hiding what I feel.
