The Wanderer of the Night - Prologe

• Posted by Chris Sie May 22, 2013 - 618 views

    On Days of Mourning the Night seems to have a chill to it, Like a Fire Stroked the Hands of Death. But on Days of Happiness the wind seems to blow the ways of death. But Today. There was nothing, I do not remember anything happening, I only know one thing. I am now A prisoner. Under whom? That is One Question I ask myself On A Daily Basis. Perhaps I was a Drunk, A Skooma Dealer, Maybe I was a Bandit who went rouge. What am I supposed to know? That's one question you can never know. Including the mindset of the Wanderers.

    There is One thing I know and that is it. I will be facing my death in no notice. We all come to death at one point, Perhaps I should just Dig a hole in this cell there holding me in by the border and Kill myself in it. But there is one thing that everyone will know.

   My Name is Kyvote, Kyvote Gravin. And dare one forgets it, they will regret there decision. For now I should get some rest. Tomorrow will be the longest day I may face. May the Voice of the Wind Guide my Part. May my new life be pleasant after I am free from this Cell.

   

  Sometime in 4E

  Kyvote Gravin