your stranger

A cold wind of the north sweeping through the city. Scattered leaves from good old autumn lingering, refusing to let go. Ah yes, it was that time of the year again. This brown-grey shade of dark kept crawling back, close to new years. Vesperians as a sort, used to this metaphor, payed no attention to it. What miracles of nature could you possibly deduct from the ever chancing seasons of Sosaria. Nothing ofcause. Winter, spring, summer, upon autumn. The scheme to things to come, nothing special about that.

Yet still. Ask any woman, whoever you meet more like it, autumn did come awfully late this year.

"Awfully you say! Hah! Forget that, 'tis a blessing from the gods I tell ya!"

No matter, it is hardly important considering the broader perspective of life. But who does these days? Trinsic goes about her own buisness, Vesper the same. Cove you say? Speaking of the devil, it reminds me, perhaps it is time to get back to things at hand.

I dare you. A thousand years from now, things will still be the same. Trinsicians will still be honourable and loyal to their own extent. Vesperians will still be rebels, may the crown curse their foul deeds. Cove... Yes what about them? The Gods know not. And speaking of this so called God. Yew in all its glory, where should I even start...!

Cruel you say? Hah! Am I not right? Please I beg you, mylords and myladies, beggers, guards, shady dealers and prostitutes of the soul, prove me wrong. Yes yes, I am an iddiot, I know. A fatal condition you aquire while growing older I guess. But I dare say, it is what makes you human, this stupidity you cant seem to get rid of. And yes, that goes for you elves too, perhaps more than for us so called "mortals".

Cove cove.. Ah yes. The pinacle of civilization isnt it? Well I tell you from my own "vast experience", it is. The last place on earth you could possibly stand still for more than a freckin minute. Am I wrong? I am... Well then sir, you are an iddiot. Yes you are. Cove my dear, has what you fools lost so many years ago. Simplicity.
Simple minds breed simple thoughts, yes, but simple thoughts also rid you of the troubles you realy do not need in your life. Fine, their policy on ale might be rather twisted, atleast it was last time I went there. Then again, I do not drink, so why should I care.
Yes, thats right, I do not drink. It does nothing to empower me. Alchohol is perhaps the last thing that makes your kind inhuman. By the Gods, do not start with me, I carry no strenght to keep my argument going. Yes, yes, you win. Feel free to celebrate. While you are at it, have this glass of wine. I have no interest in finishing it. I would rather have you prove my point instead.

Throwing another log on the fire, the keep sighed. It had been a long night, and somewhere deep down, she knew this was far from over. Somehow the guests this evening could not get enough. It had very little to do with the drinks offered, she knew that much. But what kept them? Not the company either, most people who came here where nothing but drunks, rogues or bastards. Well bastards in the general meaning, not through marriage.

Another deep sigh broke the sudden silence...

"Now tell me, why should I care!" A voice called out.
"Yes indeed, why..." the reply came.

Realy, there was no reason to redoubt. What would you say? There is no answer to such a question, is there? Ofcause not.
Best thing you could do is simply get away. Excuse yourself, like the noble you are right, then pass as far into oblivion as humanly possible. Tell me if I am wrong.

Perhaps my dear reader is confused. Well without question you are, otherwise I have not done my work with the effort and prowess it demands. But stop for a second. Consider this. Perhaps life is not as simple as you would have it to be. Perhaps things are indeed not what you belive them to be. Oh, but nooo, you have never considered that now have you? Perhaps Dorian, my beautiful prince, does have his flaws aswell? And what about the old man. What would you say if I told you his grand catch was indeed in vain? Perhaps Elizabeth would have been better of without ever serving the throne? Who am I to tell. I know nothing about these things. I can but offer a small glance, a quick but rather crude observation.

Then again, is that not what we all carry within us. An ever so brute consideration.
I shall not moralize. Trinsic has her values, who am I to question it? They have nothing to do with me these days. I loathe the very notion that I shall have to follow that. Selfdestruction, here I come. Ah yes, I stagger from my very point again you say. Well, then, what is the point of all this? Hardly something more than a soft lie.

Lies, lies and more lies. Is that not what we feed upon? Is there anything more powerful than a secret, that very thing that defines us. Ofcause not. We live and breathe with out lies. In fact, there is nothing as real as our deepest secrets. The things we strive to keep hidden from our next of kin is what makes us human, in more ways than we can ever imagine. Call me a fool, call me an heretic, do what you want but I do speak the truth. Perhaps it is the one truth we can carry with us, the never failing fact we do lie.

Indeed, this is what keeps me going. I feed of my lies, they consume me. This is who I am. She knows it, or atleast she did. My father understands it completly, althou he does not agree but that has very little to do with it. Then again, who does. I am but a refuge. I have nothing but myself to keep what is left of my soul safe. Yes, it was a bargin I should not have made. But then again, it was never a straight yes or no.
To purify or petrify.