My Secret Life
Memoirs of the Knight Captain
Since my return from Rasheman, my life has been afflicted with a great emptiness – the dull ache of loss plagues my waking hours, and in sleep I no longer dream. Many of my old friends are here again with me, and in the time I spend with them I seem to forget, for a while, my hollowness. A great forest spirit once told me that for something to go back to what it once was is a feat rarely accomplished; a soul once sundered can never again be made whole. I refused to accept that at the time – I couldn't accept it. Now I see the wisdom in those words; I am broken, and know of nothing that can heal me. I earned a temporary respite from the horrors of the Wall of the Faithless, but I know that I am destined to go there once again – for I am the Faithless, I refuse to bow before a God, and for that I am damned. I have lost so much, and in the end I know I am doomed to lose everything.
Though bittersweet, in memories I find solace for my grief, and to that end I write these memoirs. Draw from them what you will; it seems even I have not learned from my experiences, so I don't expect you to, either.
