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 Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 2:16 am
Entry One – Departure
I greatly dislike the orders issued as I am no fan of needing to pack and leave. Let them come and knock on the doors of the church in which I reside. Literally, they will have to pass through the Hell of which I speak when conducting a mass before daring to do harm to my home or destroy that which people may hold sacred deep within their hearts. When war rages, it is the spirit which keeps the people going. Nurture their spirits, ignite a fire within their soul, and one man can do the work of ten others. Thus, would they not assist in protecting this place? And Shouldn’t I stay here to light that fire in their hearts?
Alas, it is not my place to argue against such orders. I suppose I ultimately could, but at least I will be able to watch over the heir of my kingdom and possibly ignite the fires within them. And if I did not leave and say that somehow, our religion was completely wiped from existence? Not a risk I can take I suppose. I was told I could have a day to pack. I was done before the sun had dared to completely pull itself up from over the horizon. I only needed to fold my weavings, I wrapped them around the one treasure I have – the fact that I cannot hear it bothers me to a good degree- , and only needed to pack the few articles of clothing I actually physically own which are not some of my weavings. All of my extra thread is packed away too. It all fits in one measly case. I fear I cannot take my collection with me. Over one hundred years of collecting will be left here. Oh, it pains me to think of leaving all of them behind. Rats possibly chewing on them. What will become of them if this place is destroyed? Or becomes a place of refuge? Oh, be strong my heart. Have faith they will be safe.
I am left to simply wait now and wonder what is to come. I’ve grown to dislike waiting. Amusing that I can still hear my mother singing; “Patience is a virtue my lil’ Somni.” I wonder when I will be leaving exactly? I’ve said my farewells to my Brothers and Sisters of this church, but just sitting here though makes saying those farewells just a tad more difficult because they are not final. Granted, I may not have spoken to them much outside of mass or other ceremonies, but I have lived with these people for a good deal of time, I have even raised a couple of them as my own children when they were abandoned on our doorstep. We have slept under the same roof, we have eaten together, we have bathed together, and while some may find it sacrilegious, I know a couple of the Brothers and Sisters are more than just that. So, it does pain me that I must leave them all behind.
I've been waiting for hours now. I suppose I shall prepare lunch?
Lunch was made and devoured. Yet again, I find myself staring at these pages of this journal with the anxiety of not knowing when-
Someone calls for me.
It seems that I must go now.
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Posted: Sat Dec 11, 2010 2:50 am
Entry Two – Frustrations
Things have not gone as planned. I sit watching the sun beginning to rise while sitting on the side of the road, taking a break from walking. My recent coughing attack has left me feeling too drained to continue for right now, so I take the time to write out my frustrations while sitting on this rock. I possibly could have been where ever it was I was supposedly going by the time the sun decides to finally pull itself up and over the horizon. But look at me now. No carriage. Stuck managing to carry along what threads I could store away into my pockets and pouches. Storing what weavings I could. All because a group of three decided to have the brilliant idea of attack my carriage.
Well. They will not be doing so again in the future. May their souls find their way to the netherworld. May they find peace in that realm and repent for their actions. It seemed to have made no difference when I explained to those pitiful thieves that I was a Sister of the Church of Wrath. Would one not think twice before attacking someone who delivers the messages of Gods to the lambs who need guidance in this world? One who does the work of their Gods? Apparently not and now they have paid for it. And for continuing my services, I was rewarded with another ‘U’ bone. By far, it has to be one of my favorite bones of the skeleton on any creature. Perhaps I will present it to the heir of my kingdom, for they are said to be lucky. Yes, make the best out of a bad situation I suppose. So glad I had the thought of packing along the extra pairs of gloves. Working with bloodied gloves would have become annoying and rather disgusting after a little bit.
It takes me too long to write about everything, the sun is already above the horizon. Do I attempt to weave myself something which I could use for transportation or do I continue walking? I think walking will be better. At least then I can hear it more clearly. Take my time, but I know how much because I can hear it. Well, as long as I do not lose count.
Do not hate me, feet. Once we get there, I will soak you in some warm or hot water to make you feel alright. Do not hate me lungs. Who am I kidding? You have hated me since we arrived here. At least, please save your aggression towards me until we reach our destination. Putting my heart and yourselves through such strain while on the road is not too wise, no? Best be on my way now though.
Tick tock. Tick tock.
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