ثَلاَثَة - ٣

Jan 13, 2007 17:27

Three entries in this scroll journal.

Three brothers who had forsaken their grace and their religion for the sake of prolonging their vile lives. They should not accuse me of traitor with that knowledge in mind.

I am your better, the loyal to my death. There is nothing any of you could do to intimidate me with your devilry.

My congratulations to the host of the Gala, the meal and diversion were blessings to bid a year farewell.

In the nature of rebirth and celebration, my spirit was weary and sought a steady shelter located to the South. And, miracles of miracles, the layout shifted to a familiar sight! Blessed be my eyes to behold it!



As the old phrase goes:

“The one who leaves his house is lost. And the one who returns is newly born.”

Allah has smiled upon me.

((OOC: Yes, that’s Castle Bran, beloved Draculas. ;P Your old castle)).

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