UPDATED: 11.16.08>>> MOOD <<<"I lived my life defending others. But now... there's no one left to protect. Maybe... it's time I shaped my own story."
. . . . .>>> THIS IS MY STORY <<<Once upon a time a young boy left his home and wound up in Bevelle.
The boy grew up in the Holy City, learning his ABC's and religious rhetoric.
The young boy became a young monk who was groomed by pompous men.
They pampered him nice and gave him rewards for obeying their wishes.
One day they told the young boy to marry a woman he didn't love.
The young boy would soon be a Maester, and a pretty wife he was to have.
The young boy refused the pompous men's wishes, and they were displeased.
They withdrew the young boy's privileges and excommunicated him to shame.
Once upon a time there was a priest who dared to be different.
He understood more of the world at that time than the pompous men wanted.
The priest found the ex-monk and together they decided to make some change.
They found a drunk from a different world and together they set out to end Sin.
Well, it didn't go according to the young boy's plans. And he died.
But he didn't stay dead.
He went to a dream world to find his best friend's son, as a dead man.
He dragged his best friend's son to find the priest's daughter, out of the dream.
The girl was on a quest, and the dead man had to make sure she didn't fail.
So he dragged her around with the boy and a motley crew of misfits.
Well, they were able to fix what he couldn't. And all the pompous men went to hell.
And then the dead man died for good.
Now he lives in a forever field of flowers and dancing souls.
And the people he misses visit.
Which he thinks is nice.
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JOURNALGUARDIAN SIR AURON - HACKED SEPT 2008
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