Diary Page 2


Day: The Shackles that Bind I cannot escape it. I am doomed I can only go on so long like this... existing as I do now. Only the same thought that has hounded me now is going on... a thousand years... my redemption. Many artifacts have I created but none for the use of violence. Although if held in the hands of others, could they be used violently? Does this make me evil? I mean... more evil? Does goodness eventually lead to evil or can the tides of change bring... evil from the shadows to create light? I feel there's something new being formed; the air is tense with the suspense of creation... of magics. I will no longer be needed and my work shall be lost to the dunes of the desert. But I still have time, time to remove these shackles that bind. A green like paste smudges the text. Harmony needs to be in each fist the good and the evil. No one side is stronger than the other. To cause unbalance is to cause displacement. Displacement is bad, very bad. Powered stones once again made whole, fueled by the agony of others. Their very essence, the torture of a sentient... being is to bring emotion, fear. Fear is very powerful indeed.... fear is needed. Fear the power given. Do not succomb. Fear and learn and grow wise in its using... yes...

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