Luc's Manifesto
It has been about a month since my last entry. I've rarely found the time to write lately, and when I did, I instead tended to my plans, and to Sarah.
Sarah asked me, recently, if I was really going to go through with my plan. I did my very best to hide my reservations, but she knows me better than I know myself. I feel like I did that morning at the Great Hollow, when Yuber asked if I was already going to call it quits. I didn't. I didn't, and it ultimately cost me my life, as well as Sarah's. Logically, I would expect the same outcome this time, but for one reason or another, I don't. In fact, my goal is very different, and without the self-destructive primary objective.
My plan is simple, really - vengeance. When I left the Circle Palace with Leknaat, I was but a mere child. I was sheltered from the sight of how my father allows the nation he built to be run, and the oppressive and Draconian policies he put in place. I was sheltered from his megalomania, the same irrational lust for power that led to the birth of myself and my twin brother. I was sheltered from the religious zealotry that caused Sarah to be seen as a witch, who, were it not for Leknaat and I, would either be dead, or worse. I was sheltered from the way conquered nations were treated. I was sheltered from everything, and for what? To serve as a witless vessel for this damnable Rune I bear on my right hand? To become my father's puppet, like my brother? To serve as a tool to gather more True Runes, to sate my father's unquenchable thirst for power?
No. That all will end. I have awakened to my true goal, my true purpose in life; a purpose that not even the Blind Seeress herself would reveal to me. I will dismantle Harmonia in its present form, no matter how many lives it will cost. If I have to massacre every last living soul within Harmonian sovereignty, I will have my revenge, not only for myself, but for every life that was lost or repressed by my father's sociopathic nature.
Winter is coming on the horizon. It seems that winter has lasted an eternity in Harmonia, trapped in the permafrost of its own archaic and brutish dogma. They are bound to and by my father's greed. The time to break those chains has long since passed.
With the coming of spring, the sun that will at long last rise in Harmonia will shine its rays upon a river of first-class blood. In the name of all that have died as a result of my father's brutish ideology, the judgment day prophesied in all religious texts will come; and when it does, all I will be able to do is laugh.
Sarah asked me, recently, if I was really going to go through with my plan. I did my very best to hide my reservations, but she knows me better than I know myself. I feel like I did that morning at the Great Hollow, when Yuber asked if I was already going to call it quits. I didn't. I didn't, and it ultimately cost me my life, as well as Sarah's. Logically, I would expect the same outcome this time, but for one reason or another, I don't. In fact, my goal is very different, and without the self-destructive primary objective.
My plan is simple, really - vengeance. When I left the Circle Palace with Leknaat, I was but a mere child. I was sheltered from the sight of how my father allows the nation he built to be run, and the oppressive and Draconian policies he put in place. I was sheltered from his megalomania, the same irrational lust for power that led to the birth of myself and my twin brother. I was sheltered from the religious zealotry that caused Sarah to be seen as a witch, who, were it not for Leknaat and I, would either be dead, or worse. I was sheltered from the way conquered nations were treated. I was sheltered from everything, and for what? To serve as a witless vessel for this damnable Rune I bear on my right hand? To become my father's puppet, like my brother? To serve as a tool to gather more True Runes, to sate my father's unquenchable thirst for power?
No. That all will end. I have awakened to my true goal, my true purpose in life; a purpose that not even the Blind Seeress herself would reveal to me. I will dismantle Harmonia in its present form, no matter how many lives it will cost. If I have to massacre every last living soul within Harmonian sovereignty, I will have my revenge, not only for myself, but for every life that was lost or repressed by my father's sociopathic nature.
Winter is coming on the horizon. It seems that winter has lasted an eternity in Harmonia, trapped in the permafrost of its own archaic and brutish dogma. They are bound to and by my father's greed. The time to break those chains has long since passed.
With the coming of spring, the sun that will at long last rise in Harmonia will shine its rays upon a river of first-class blood. In the name of all that have died as a result of my father's brutish ideology, the judgment day prophesied in all religious texts will come; and when it does, all I will be able to do is laugh.