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Flowers weither, roses dead, songs stopped, music silenced, voices calmed, whispers shut, sky was red.
Thats how it all was days after my wife's death, wither it was litteral or not I know not, for my sorrows are deep within, refusing to go out, refusing to scream in pain, agony... hurt... heart beats a song I have not felt before, this was it for me, the end of my life, my beautiful life.
Home, it was but a four walls, a bed and a chair, this was litteral, and ofcourse a chset....chest full of memories, opening it will only make it harder for me, I sat on the chair after lighting the fireplace, warming my cold heart.
I opened my eyes soon after, with something that changed what I was thinking about, I'm not alone, I'm not usseless, I had a a goal, one that still active and running, one which was the reason i'm here in the first place.
The Girl, she was the reason why I still feel I do not want to die or be forgotton, I dressed up and thought it is time I continue what I started.
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She welcomed me with open arms as I arrived at her place, I took her by my arms in return, began to tell me how sad she is when she recieved my letter yesterday, told her it is fine, and that it has gone.
As we settled in, I told her that she is the next to take our cousins's place, that it was rightfuly her's, the dark hawk was a fighter and good leader, but the girl should take it from now on, eligable for everything to lead, she had the smarts and the thoughts of a leader.
She refused, just as I expected, told her to think about it as its important, told her about something that made her think deeply and seriously yet happily ofthe mateer "There are more of us, and we need to find them".
I took my leave, wearing my father's armors and his sword bellow my discuised heavy clothes, I wore the hooded cloak and went off, the poor twin is returning to his duties.
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I was stopped by a familiar figure, a true family member, I call him the young hawk, he is like his mother, sharp and cunning, smart... and like his father, storng and polite.
He told me about his investigations, or rather his 'order' investigations, murder on the roads, it pained me to hear about them, but he suprised me with his serious expressions when he told me that 'we are involved' asking him how he told me that one of each couple who were murdered were family members...gooodness its true, they were living daily in the town, just like us, but we did not recognize them... not before they are dead it seems
Told me he told his 'aunt' about it, the girl, so I went to her, she was serious and determined, accepting her duties before giving us the first order, to scout the roads daily for any of 'those' brigands activities that were responsible.
Weeks it passed we slowly we knew so few information about them, they might not be connected to the agents but they do have a grudge against our family one way or another, they seem to be acting directly, kissing our members... three families lost so far that we know off under bree-land only, but this number shortly became three and a half.
The young hawk was attacked, his beloved was murdered and the result ended up being severe but with nontheless results that went good for us... he was heavily bandaged, broken wounded leg, severly wounded arm and nealy lost an eye with a wound above his right eye, in exchange the two brigands were dead along with the loss I just mentioned, and him, wearing for vengeance, the good, calm and thoughtful one.
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Weeks after the young hawk recovered, arm is back to normal, leg is nearly normal except that he is still not walking properly and need getting used to, the wound above his eye is noticable but healed nontheless
Our first assignment just came from the girl, we are to go and warn them, I asked the young hawk to go forth north and continue his scouting, continying the work I did not finish before I heard about his mother, my cousin's and witnessing my.. wife's death.
SO we agreed, and I went into the darkest of places, .. far north east... to the black lands, I came with information but they are not new, just made my brows rise as I learnt about them, my cousin appreantly was here in these ldands, dressing like family tredition and asked people around for where to head for 'civilization' and it all happeend two months before... meeting the winter
The young hawk came back nearly the same time as me, we reported to the girl, she nodded with smile for the young hawk was of more success than I was, a family member alive and with children, the family grew bigger, but we did not have time to meet that person only to warn him, which what the young hawk did.
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During our one week break, I have met several of the girl's new friends, if only for several minutes.
One of her friends approached me, I will call her Belle, for that is what she wanted to be called even though I feel so shy calling her that with my own voice, I feel easlier writing those in my diary.
As she speaks and talk about things, I seemed to have been able to carry on with her just fine, even though I had such hard time communicating like this these days
I grew interstingly intersted, as she made me feel alot better than months ago.
Been meeting from time to time for almost a week, but I feel better now, I feel happier, for whichever comes next I will challange it, thank you Belle, I will never forget this.
