I Wound for Love

by Justified Wings

11/25/2011- Indefinite hiatus. Originally written in 2008. The memoirs of a man who believed he was more than just a man. He believed he was a god and he would create his own empire. And then his past caught up to him.

1. Prologue

I Wound for Love
Prologue

A story of intricate woe.
A tale of a formerly unspeakable sorrow.
A journey that the heart has taken.

All things begin, and all things end, like a storybook. Climactic events occur in the center as a means of keeping the reader entertained. Everything before then is made up of mild situations, conflicts looking for a resolution, and those that the story directly involves.

Allow me, if I may, to pluck you from your reality. I aim to draw you into my world, so that you can see through my eyes the very land that has stretched out before me.

Every day is hardly different from the one prior or the one that will follow. The sun rises, and from it comes a radiance like no other. It is almost similar to the idea that a woman with perfectly blonde hair, or even flesh like alabaster, glows with a concealed desire. The latter situation, however, stems from one's personal beliefs. Not all eyes agree that a woman should be blonde. Not all gazes would stop to rest on the unnaturally pale.

Personal preference.

So how do I see the world? You may be asking yourself this. 'Surely this man must care or else he wouldn't bring up the subject.' If you're saying that, then you'd be right, and if you manage to find me, I'll give you something for being so clever and observant.

Unfortunately, I can't answer your question; not in words, at any rate. Words, at times, can be the most complex little things you come across. They can be considered 'fluffy' or 'sugar-coated' and leave room for misinterpretations. Words are both the protagonist and the antagonist of our world and of our individual lives. Obviously, what you are holding now are words, of the written sort. I'm hoping that you may find this story to be entertaining, enlightening, whatever you wish it to be.

This is a collection of my thoughts, of my ideas, theories and the hypotheses I have created all in the while of observing my people, and the others of the world.

Ah, yes. An observer. That is what I am. Seemingly nothing more, seemingly nothing less. An observer who will leave his imprint on the surface of this planet, and any others my feet have the privilege of walking on.

All of this began when I crossed paths with an aspiring priestess. This is a tale of how she influenced me, of how I may have influenced her. And you may find it odd, however, I took the liberty of placing some of her personal items in this as well. Perhaps you will be as overcome by awe as I was the first moment my gaze locked onto her.

My name is Soryk Valchion.
And I wound for love.