Tuesday, June 15th, 2010
September the Twelfth.
I almost burned this journal today… While moving all of my things to the Archmage’s apartment it dropped onto the floor from a pile of clothes. I must have tossed it aside sometime in the last few weeks. As soon as I saw it, I thought of her. My dear, sweet, Amaya. She is being tormented in the afterlife right now because of me. I tried once to find her spirit, and Marcus’s, but I caught only a vengeful thought before their souls fled my presence.
Now I am the Archmage. I admit it was my own foolishness that caused their deaths, but that pompous… arrogant… bastard… I can’t believe he had the gall to try to trick me and use my emotions like that. He paid for it. He burns in hell right alongside them now. And I am the Archmage.
This is the first time my wrath has abated enough that I can think straight, and I don’t like the turn my life has taken. I never wanted this position, but now that I have it, I will keep it. She wanted it for me. She thought I deserved it. Maybe I do. Damn. I guess we’ll find out.
Tags: ven, Ventrovius, walking the dark path
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