These trials that have extended beyond my very reach have proven time and time again to take a violent toll on my body. A violent toll on all that I am.  For the longest time, I have sought to get the upper hand, but alas – my strengths and smarts, will, and wisdom have proven to be inefficient during these trying times. And it is with this that a war wages on.

The Fates that await me are none like I have ever seen in the past. These Fates speak of ends and a new life. They speak of the arrival of the last day’s and the burning of an Age of Shadows. I am no fool, I can too see the shiftings within the sky once again. They have no begun to rustle gently, yet with potential and will like an ember; and soon they will bestow their very wrath across these grand scapes – along with the Shadows that are now waiting to join this war once more, a new type of shadow.

For the longest time, this is all I have known. A fight that is far from mine alone, yet I feel as if I am the only one fighting it. A fight that seeks to take on the entire world, yet only a handful are leading the few of the army towards the battlefield. It is true, I cannot seem to grasp the magnitude of the darkness that is preparing to descend during this age, I cannot seem to grasp the depths of ends that these Fates seek to bestow upon me, but somehow – acceptance still remains. However, I have now begun to fight vigilantly, and violently, seemingly able to channel some strange and mysterious hate of ages past. Hate that was perhaps birthed during a simpler time, or perhaps during the exile I know all to well. Regardless of it’s origin, it is now that I must gather all the strength I have that is left along with any shred of hope remaining, and multiply it, extending it – much like the Trials that have plagued since my Fate was seemingly sealed.

I know not of what shall become of me once these skies wash over these lands, but what I do know is war, and how much this fight here shall continue to rage on, worsening with every passing hour. For all I can see when I close my eyes is war, it is all I know, it is all I can feel, it seeks to consume me with every passing second, like a disease, a sickness. I have not found my way out, however this is no time to flee. I know the light that burns violently from within like a flame wad stolen many times, by shadows that seek to claim fragments of me as their own. But now I too, must push back harder.