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Delusion
My brother said I should keep one of these journal things. I told him I didn’t think it was safe. He told me that I think waking up in the morning isn’t safe. Well, it’s not, big dummy. Oh, right. I’m not supposed to address these notes to my brother, I’m supposed to leave this open for “my children” to interpret.
Children. Right!
Moving along. It’s evident I’ve been convinced to play along with this nonsense, because here I am. I’ll begin at the obvious. I was born a beautiful elf, talented in all I put my hand to, and admired across the continent. Of course this continues today.
Of course it does.
While I was noble born, I’m probably illegitimate. I have no idea who my father is, and I don’t really care. I look nothing like my tall, tan family. My skin leans toward the sickly side of pale. My hair is dull and black. I’m probably a little thinner than is considered healthy. I failed at most I put my hand to; I was kicked out of Falthrien after setting fire to a jar filled with a volatile substance. I ran away and married a house servant who should have been born in my position. I washed out of the Ranger Corps and fell in with another element. I was a spoiled brat.
( Nothing changes. )
Children. Right!
Moving along. It’s evident I’ve been convinced to play along with this nonsense, because here I am. I’ll begin at the obvious. I was born a beautiful elf, talented in all I put my hand to, and admired across the continent. Of course this continues today.
Of course it does.
While I was noble born, I’m probably illegitimate. I have no idea who my father is, and I don’t really care. I look nothing like my tall, tan family. My skin leans toward the sickly side of pale. My hair is dull and black. I’m probably a little thinner than is considered healthy. I failed at most I put my hand to; I was kicked out of Falthrien after setting fire to a jar filled with a volatile substance. I ran away and married a house servant who should have been born in my position. I washed out of the Ranger Corps and fell in with another element. I was a spoiled brat.
( Nothing changes. )