His face set in grim determination, Richard slogged ahead, his fingers reaching up to touch the tooth under his shirt. Loneliness, deeper than he had never known, sagged his shoulders. All his friends were lost to him. He knew now that his life was not his own. It belonged to his duty, to his task. He was the Seeker. Nothing more. Nothing less. Not his own man, but a pawn to be used by others. A tool, same as his sword, to help others, that they might have the life he had only glimpsed for a twinkling. He was no different from the dark things in the boundary. A bringer of death.

I am who I am; no more, no less.

The mice think they are right, but my cat eats them anyways. This is the point, reality is nothing, perception is everything.

Ever since I was really little, I've had characters that were in my mind.

Hesitation is a mistake that invites defeat. I would not be Mord-Sith had I not hesitated when I was young." - Cara

Sometimes that's all life is... One desperate act after another.

...Wizard's Fifth Rule: Mind what people do, not only what they say, for deeds will betray a lie.