| In my time.. it has trangressed many things. Many people came.. and many of those same people left. Not a single one stayed, not a one... My sister, Lharva, had left. Grimith, my adversary, also took his own egress. I am left with my clan.. training them into the ways of the world, unknowing of what I am to go through the next day, hoping to remeet my enemy... my sister, once more. It is strange that I, out of all people, seem to be the last standing. I should have died many times ago. I still exist. It is all right, though. I have my children, and the war has subsided. I shall not be one to fight any longer. I rest now. I am happy to rest. I am.. very happy. My soul is empty, though, and the smile I seem to dawn is almost false. But I exist.. I must exist. I shall exist... |
| Lharva.. Lharva is an icy Shinma blooded woman. When I had first met her, she was one of the good-hearted ladies in the world.. but times have changed her. Now ice runs as blood through her veins, and love is something that does not exist.. merely... death and blood. Almost the ruler of her race, Lharva knows not the word "mercy". She was someone I considered my sister. It has been long since the last I have seen of her... If only I knew... if only she knew... |
| Grimith J. Reaper was an adversary of mine, as well as a friend. He fit as an enemy as well, and the feircest battles that I have fought were with him. It was a rivalry, of sorts. There were many times that he could have killed me, and just as many times that I came close to him... we were both lucky. Unfortunately, he disappeared and I haven't heard from him since. I cannot lie.. I miss him... He was amusing. |
| Chesire... She disappeared as well. It devastated me, Chesh's exit from my life... and many times I wish that sepuku were possible. But I cannot... My clan needs a leader, and before I leave this corporeal plain, I shall raise one! I shall raise a leader... for when I was gone the clan almost fell apart.. it shall not do so a second time... |
| May you all... Live in Peace. |
| Sly. Where have you been? The times when you and I would spar, and when we were brethren by choice... I miss those times. You were always the most lively. Always. You were always the kindest as well. I still have your son, Sly... he is here, alone. He has grown, too, and longs to see both you and Lharva. Sly was my friend and, sometimes, my collegue. His brother and I started out as enemies, but became friends, and even attempted to destroy a brother for what we thought was fun. Sly had thought it was amusing, as did his wife, Lharva... this was before Jester was born. It's strange... |
| Jester, as young boy, was very mischevious. He would constantly play his pranks upon the unweary. He was fearless... Even with Grimith, he didn't care. He bothered Grimith, who constantly threatened to kill him. But Jester didn't care... Grimith was another of his 'uncles', like me. He was afraid of women, though. I think that part in him hasn't died out, even today. I laugh when I think of how he was afraid to get a kiss on the cheek from anyone... He hadn't changed much at all. |