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Guiding Words
Hadiya Olwyn

No man is so lost that he cannot be Redeemed. I have yet to slap a man. Don't make me start. Infection is for lesser men, is that it? Not all Ogres are bad Ogres. You do not yoke a Lion, even if it is an Ox within. Not all are blessed with the reason to know best how to care for themselves, this does not excuse us from aiding them. Even the small can effect great works if their will is strong enough. We each look to our own light for guidance, but the darkness that comes comes for us all.. I am only concerned that not all have a light to follow.. We all see wisps of hell in the world, we feel their effects, learn sorrow through them.. but it does not touch us all, not where it matters. You never know what you'll miss in life.. I miss being up before dawn.. the grass wet with dew, the earth rich and the air crisp around you.. the small sounds that accompany the waking day.. the burn within and the satisfaction of a job well done.. a job that Could be done.. where you could look at it and say 'I did that'.. I don't have that anymore.. The lines men draw do not always dictate what should or should not be.. Not for me.. why should it be any different for you? It is when Duty and Life carve conflicting paths that the hard choices must be made. Some things I must believe because they deserve to be believed in, and because no one else will. Take up the path and walk it if you know it to be right, the strength you need for it will find you. Do not measure the size of the deeds, but the willingness of the heart which does them. To rule the ruthless you must rule ruthlessly, no matter how much we would wish it different. Stop it. Stop it now. My business is enacting the Lady's will, last I checked cavorting with random guardsmen fell somewhat below seeking out and destroying the evils of the world. No matter how conveniently hidden they may be. I am not ready.. I have barely begun to sense the ills around me, I am a child fumbling in the dark, a faint flicker against the coming tide.. All the will in the world can only do as much as the vessel can withstand.. but there is always hope, sometimes it feels that I have not much else than that to stand with. Where another might let a chance comment slide.. Ask anyone, I strike. There is little faith in what another's eyes have seen these days.. But then, there is little faith in anything, so that stands to reason.. Few can hear such a tale and believe it. Fewer still can hear it and think they understand. A bare handful perhaps can in some small way relate.. They don't know any better.. Most have blinded themselves to the truths which fill the world. Get up, have yourself a drink, I am not going to kill you.