November 4th, 2004, 11:17PM.
Location: Gambino
Status: Uncertain.
Feeling: Uncertain.
Not long after I had finished my journal entry it began. I saw Nameri, he drifted in and out of the mists around the waters, sometimes walking, somtimes staring. It plucked at my nerves. But I wasn't about to back down, I needed to figure things out once and for all.
I finally reached shore and the many Nameri haunts ceased, finally. Yet I did not expect him to replaced by other horrors. I watched helpless as my family tortures were replayed before my eyes, a sceen displayed specially for my veiwing. The remaining residents of the town watched with odd looks etched deep on faces as I screamed, cried, and fell to the ground in anguish. The blood splashed and the flesh flew; I watched bright spirited eyes go dull as that spirit flew at the ends of sharp objects protruding. It had been the first time I had even thought about the murder since I destroyed the village.
Shatan stirred, it knew it's chance. I had to block out the images, block out the pain, and block out the desperation that plagued me. It couldn't win, the visions couldn't win; I had to move forward and away. I was lucky the shop proved to be my salvation.
<I'm sorry, I got terribly sick so it will be up and everything edited once I am better. sweatdrop >
 Silent Flame · Fri Nov 05, 2004 @ 07:59am · 0 Comments |
