Shadows

12^th Day of the 10^th Moon, Year 810

It has been 6 months.  To most casual observers, many things have changed, but to me, there was nothing that could change the outcome of that day or the world that has followed since.  A son of nobility, wandering the world in the name of peace, I thought that the light of Pelor would always expose the evil within men.  How naïve I was.  Is it even possible for something that is a mere shadow to be good?  Or even evil?  I pride myself on my ability to read people, but, I could never have imagined that I would be tested by those who know not even their own evils within. 

My mind wanders from time to time, thinking – no – obsessing on what could be done to make right of that terrible massacre.  If only I could bend Pelor's will and turn back the clock!  I am ashamed to acknowledge this through writing as this must surely be blasphemy to his holy path! It is a fool's journey to think they can undo what must occur to keep the now whole.  But, a fool I would rather be than to give up on right.  Instead, I must continue to let those that died be my inspiration for what lies ahead.  Though I hate the idea, I know that this is a test of my faith and I shall not slink off into the shadows just because the heat of the moment has become unbearable.

-Lord Esmond the Second, House of Arrington, Son of Aeria, Descendant of Aeroenor