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A Story I was told once long ago (Belore.)

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“I was told a story once. Two heroes that returned again and again to sacrifice and fight for Belore. Since time began they have been. They follow the cycle of Belore- the maiden, the magician, the magister and Belore’s lover the youthful boy, the mage, the hunter.”

“They were born to find each other, to come back when they were needed to save us from some danger. And when the danger had been vanquished they would live their lives in peace and happiness.”

“…or they would fail and darkness would try to claim the sunlight over the bodies of her fallen champions. I never heard the stories when they had failed. I always wondered more about what happened. Balance is a a lie. Life is change, balance is the ground you stand on without fully embracing to much or to little.”

“I always wondered who was foolish enough to think there was a perfect balance.”

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“He spoke in whispers, face hidden away. The robes he wore were fashionable decades ago but now the red and black priestly robes were simply a reminder of  nobility long gone. The hood and veil he wore covered his head but a single crown made of wrought iron and glass laid atop his head. He was tired, so very tired. But the Grand Priest kept going regardless. He had many miles to go before he could sleep and far to many promises to keep.”

Exhaustion

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“It all began-”

“Did it? Or was it always there?”

“I- I don’t know. Anywhere, anytime, anywhen. It’s all melodies stuck inside my head.”

“There’s not silence. Not for you.”

“No.”

“And s-sometimes… s…s-sometimes I wonder. If I let myself be changed to much by this. Centuries of practice, belief, and…all of it.”

“Do you hate what you are now?”

“I don’t think I do.But I do w-wonder who I am.”

“Welcome to philosophy.”

“Apologies?”

“Change then if you don’t like it. Small step by small step.”

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“Nice clothes, well cut hair, pleasant manner and possibly vaguely ill inclined towards those that were not elves. He walked with the same confidence he opened screaming portals of the void into our reality. The Light whispered but I didn’t catch what it told me. He smiled but it held something I could not guess at. I did not mean to be rude but I promised I would try to be friendlier.”

“Hidden beneath the surface sometimes there’s things we do not see. cracks beneath the surface, corruption hidden beneath fine silks and charisma. Don’t worry about those who would stab you in the back. The ones who’d stab you in the front and smile are the dangerous ones. Putting oil on a fire to suit their needs, using lies to twist you into things you cannot come back from.”

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“He burned with an inner fire but seemed to burn out so quickly. When it did he got tired, weary with the burdens laid upon his shoulders. He had courage and resolve- even when the end was there. He was all gold and holy fire. We had been on opposing sides before but he was still my friend.”

“Sometimes I feel tired. So tired when i think of the friends I know and wishing I could help carry their burdens.”