NOTE BY THE ACCOUNT HOLDER: THIS STORY IS NOT MINE!
WRITTEN BY KARLA GREGORY
This Story is a repost of a fic written by Karla Gregory! It was posted online sometime around the year 2000. For more information on this author and other stories by them check the profile page.
Prologue
Questions are the substance of my existence.
I exist to ask those questions which require an answer, but for which no answer may exist. Can I exist without my questions, or can those to whom I pose my questions continue to exist without answers?
These, perhaps, are the ultimate questions.
In this present form which I take, I am fascinated by those who have encountered a certain man among men, a man for whom the word heroic barely begins to scratch the surface of who he is. I have seen and observed all things about him and know him well, and he knows me for I have put my questions to him. He has drawn strength by my questions. But there are those who have been in the presence of this man and failed to see what their eyes and their hearts have beheld. It is to those persons that I pose my questions now. For them, the revelation is not in who this man is, but in what they have lost by the choices which they have made. I am but an observer of those choices, they make them as they will. And now with those choices they must live.
Choices which bring forth the questions I must ask.
Questions which they may not wish to answer.
I am the questioner.
I am the One Who Watches.