I Herald Chronicler Yheusb here by record this story as is it written in
the diary of Herald Turbre one thought dead long ago. Brought to me upon
the discovery of his tower and the place of his true death.
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A LEGEND IS JUST A TALE OR STORY THAT SOMEONE REMEMBERS ABOUT A PERSON AND TELLS IT TO OTHERS, WHO IN TURN REMEMBER IT AND TELL IT TO OTHERS WHO CONTINUE ON WITH THE CYCLE, REMEMBER AND PASS ON.
For every action there is always two possible outcomes, one good and one bad. It all depends on what opinions of the action and the views that one looks at the outcome from.
For those of you reading this most of you don't know me. For the few who still have a long lost memory of me in their heads, they think of me long dead. Because to them that is what I am, that is how I staged the game of my life and how I willingly made it to be.
For those few who wish to know why I made this decision, you must first know who or what I was.
I was a herald once (For those who wish to know I was given the name Turbre at my birth) with the gift of for-sight.. A gift so strong I knew since the beginning of becoming aware of my existence. "The earliest age when you become aware and remember time, face, places and events of life." .From my first awareness, I had the visions and knowledge of my life and all the possible out comes of it.
For what I am about to describe some might consider me a monster, some perhaps a saviour, and for a few who have faced problems similar to mine a mere mortal man.
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A LEGEND IS JUST A TALE OR STORY THAT SOMEONE REMEMBERS ABOUT A PERSON AND TELLS IT TO OTHERS, WHO IN TURN REMEMBER IT AND TELL IT TO OTHERS WHO CONTINUE ON WITH THE CYCLE, REMEMBER AND PASS ON.
For every action there is always two possible outcomes, one good and one bad. It all depends on what opinions of the action and the views that one looks at the outcome from.
For those of you reading this most of you don't know me. For the few who still have a long lost memory of me in their heads, they think of me long dead. Because to them that is what I am, that is how I staged the game of my life and how I willingly made it to be.
For those few who wish to know why I made this decision, you must first know who or what I was.
I was a herald once (For those who wish to know I was given the name Turbre at my birth) with the gift of for-sight.. A gift so strong I knew since the beginning of becoming aware of my existence. "The earliest age when you become aware and remember time, face, places and events of life." .From my first awareness, I had the visions and knowledge of my life and all the possible out comes of it.
For what I am about to describe some might consider me a monster, some perhaps a saviour, and for a few who have faced problems similar to mine a mere mortal man.
