Unforgiven

With the second breath you take, you are given new life. From the cloudy gallows you were born, and to the noose you were driven. Then with that new life you took you second chance to flee. Flee the deliverance of dark Sunday morning. And in that, you escaped the design that was planned for you. You escaped to find something new. No questions clouded you mind, yet no answers can through the break of day. No light showed you the way. For with the second breath you left the pursuit of Destani and found a new way. For no fiber i her web could hold you, and not even my influence can turn you from your path. For you are no longer the one of Destani, nor the follower i gave life. In your death you found hope, and with that hope you found your path. Nothing lies in front of your path, only your faded footsteps path the eroding sand of your progression. And hope will still reside in your soul. My hope that you received upon your birth, and to your death. Now with a new life, i wait. Our paths will cross, but not due to interference by my hand, but to the chase i place to search for you.

That is what i told him, the day he awoke to the bells. He was to return to my home, yet found a new gift from His mighty words. He no longer is bound to the path I had laid for him, but is given the path never traveled; away from the eyes of the Creators. And I shall wait, my gates open and my rivers red, I shall wait.

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He was my child of pure sin and hate, that was until the fear of the gallows stole him from my. For he is the one to stop the fibers of her wed, to stop her sin of the constant. To let all have a chance to live their lives unto their wishes and receive gifts unto their doing. To let the people become free. And in the silent whispers she would feel of the blood run dry, she would end the ties to the earth and bodies that roam them to her. And so he had to fall from her grasp before i could retrieve him from my rivers red. Oh the torment he was to feel.

Such a day as it was in the out edges of the Haven forest Shara. The Gallows of the Dreay, the gloomy cliffs of ones last breath. To be hung for the murder of a high public official and be sent to my home. To dis he did not go as in her fibers did not see the blade of his savior, the son to the Envious and Chosen of Order. And in such blades releasing his neck he so then fell to the ground. His bound hands so freed from their ropes of burden. Taken from his burden of death, he so then walked a path unseen and all his own.

No amount of rain stopped him from his march to the first of many Trials he was to face before he was to met Destani. To the tower of the Key Keeper he so traveled. To the land of Citi in the province of Jamestown near the ocean he found the Keeper's prison. And so my child so climbed to met the Keeper of the Keys, a tower of stone and mortar. Upon seeing the frail, aging Keeper, he so said, "I have escaped the bindings of Destani and wish to end her rain upon the souls of man."

"And so you come here to sever the first of many of her threads. Born to this tower and binded to her keys I remain the first the the steps to her door."

"And so your fall does require entrance, but Keeper, might i receive the Key?"

"Your death was to be the Key, something you have lost. Now you come for something metal, to hold and see to the light as real. Here, now hurry and begone from this place."

And so he took the key and left with the keepers blood stained on his blade.