I Felt Like I'd Been

Wizard's Ninth Rule A Contradiction Can Not Exist In Reality. Not In Part, Nor In Whole.

His Face Set In Grim Determination, Richard Slogged Ahead, His Fingers Reaching Up To Touch The Tooth Under His Shirt. Loneliness, Deeper Than He Had Never Known, Sagged His Shoulders. All His Friends Were Lost To Him. He Knew Now That His Life Was Not His Own. It Belonged To His Duty, To His Task. He Was The Seeker. Nothing More. Nothing Less. Not His Own Man, But A Pawn To Be Used By Others. A Tool, Same As His Sword, To Help Others, That They Might Have The Life He Had Only Glimpsed For A Twinkling. He Was No Different From The Dark Things In The Boundary. A Bringer Of Death.

Every Person's Life Is Theirs By Right. An Individual's Life Can And Must Belong Only To To Himself, Not To Any Society Or Community, Or He Is Then But A Slave.

If You Care About Yourself, You Should Care About Learning - Even Learning Simple Things. You Come To Have Pride In Yourself Only By Accomplishing Things, Even From Fixing Some Old Stairs...others Can't Grant You Self-respect, Even Others Who Care About You. You Have To Earn Self-respect Yourself.

Alone, He Must Bear The Weight Of A Sin He Dare Not Confess To The One Person He Loves…and Has Lost.