Titus — WDB05 Journal

I can't deal with this fallacy of those before or since. For 49 winters, a lifetime since the soil of the north, always north, was doused in the blood of my people in kin, for their right to exist. All those who are willing to give their light to secure their existence in Gerimetrum have done so and will do so willingly. For 49 winters, no orders from a lord, but for the love of the Kithgi, the Kuind, the Eurylite and the old Empire men and women next to them. That purpose is why we breathe and why we thrive. And this is why you wish to declare me Nefis. My citizens have earned more than any noble station or blood could bestow in birth. For 49 winters, no hopes of riches from generations of scars, blood and sweat brought by others men's desires. The only sub human thing I've ever seen in my winters are the vultures. Waiting. For 49 winters for great men and women, great ideas and liberty to die so they can take what is not theirs. Take what has not been earned in muscle and blood. This scavenge and claw and consume an unnatural existence. And those ideas are not gone. They speak life. I, Titus Metellus Glabrial Vaughn, speak aloud. Look what is before you now. When I return and declare myself lord, there is no reception or fanfare or throne waiting for me. There is a field that needs plowed and people who need to be healed by our God, not your doctrine. And we will give what all men and women desire a chance to fulfill a dream of peace. Our sovereignty is what we do. Why do we have the right to exist? The same reason for all men, including those in callers and do have, do dream. Some men do not dream equally. In this truth we do know that that freedom has the breath and breath that life grants us. Even though through the constant threat of extinguishing hate. Gerumentrum is different. See what is before you now a way of truth, a way of hope. All that can awake and see with your eyes that can be different. Gerimentrum is different. If there is a God, you need to know. And I will say her name aloud for all to hear. Tueya. The name of the supreme handmaiden of the Supreme Phoenix. Mistress of the Long Peace has made herself known to us in the north. Always North. If you have valued the light of your candle, Magistrate, her radiance would blind you. Though she is not cruel and would only embrace those who seek for truth and justice. Look what is before you now. Look into my hand and I drop Shink. Remember the stories be that story be changed. You have to see that this is a new age. A new age of heroes. Will you help me write this story? Or will you be a chapter