User:Akuyim/An (Ab)normal day at the Guild Hall (13)

An (Ab)normal day at the Guild Hall 13
It has been far to long since I have last written. Thumbing through the last pages, I have not written, since my failure in eradicating my nemesis. The Demon, to name him would give him a minor amount of respect, that it does not deserve.

There are now three others who have encountered, or know about the demon. Nekko, Shahkra, and Caladi. I fear for them all.

But that is not all. My newest student, Shunasun....I fear will likely be untrainable soon, I have not had the time to invest in her like I should. Her mind wanders, to frequently and easily. I hope I can change that soon, before it is too late. She is far to dark and moody, she would ripe for recruitment into the Burning Legion. As would......

Keishe. Oh, Keishe. Reckless, brash, a danger to everyone around her, including Tatimitzi. Why does no one else see the darkness that grows and dwells within her. She is power-hungry, and irresponsible. She could easily doom any one of them, for her own goals and not realize it or even care until it was too late. I have spoken to her at length, but speaking only turns to arguments and insults. No one else sees it, or if they do, they feel she is capable of dealing with whatever, problems she could or would make.

I am sure, “He” has already looked into her. There is something not right about the business with the gnomes. “He” has his dirty claws mixed up in it somehow. It is just a matter for me to unravel it.

My mind has been so cloudy lately. Too many people, things and events to worry about. When all I should be worrying about is me. It is me, “He” is after. Instead “He” insists on playing a game. One of which I am not fully prepared to play, and to make matters worse...

I feel my time grows shorter and shorter. I do not, fear for me however. Thanks to Shahkra’s Eye of Amoth, I have foreseen my own death. I fear most for my wife. I love her with all my heart, I fear what my absence will do to her. I shall cling and fight for last breath, to spend what time I have left with her.