Journal of a Priestess.
Here I am the first entry of my life. A journal to keep track of what is happening. Does it matter to anyone? Most likely not, but it is a place to help me keep track. And should I die before I reach the end, may it serve as a record of what ever came of me.
Why ... why do I do this? Because the need is there. I have begun to feel the embers smolder, their smoke is weighing heavily on everything. Whatever it is, I can't ignore it. My passions and interest grow further from my attention as the smell consumes my mind. The smell of something burning while flames lick ever part of its soul. I feel Mularos looking over my shoulder, whispering in my ear while I sleep, along with constant reminders of his thorns haunting my steps. Marlu constantly on my back, taunting me with the failure of my first test when the Queen called upon me. Ivas always distracting me with favors of entertainments playing upon my weakness. But the embers burn ever so slight without mercy, telling me there is another chance around the corner . . . waiting. . .
Is this the calm before the storm?
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Originally Posted by Gan
