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Post by shadowsofevil on Jan 25, 2012 7:13:58 GMT -8
My trial was suppose to be toady, yet I wake to find I'm half towards a big hill half way from the sheep-bury Cliff. About half a dozen miles from it to be exact. And though head has a dull throbbing feel I'm wind and more confused than i'd like to be. I somehow knew I should get away from that hill.
Now here I sit, a little more that half a mile away, writing for all its worth on this little sheet of paper. For fear I may forget more that I already have, and perhaps as i milestone or mark to leave behind so I would not be completely forgotten.
I will take three months at most, but I'll be ready to depart Illinor.
Maybe i'll return one day, when i'm a little older a wiser. Or perhaps Illinor will find a new ruler, in that case this maybe the last the land hears of me. [glow=red,2,300]Should I return and there is something I could do to help this land's people, I will King or no king...this I promise.[/glow]
~Blakely Brainard
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