Wandering and training...little else to be done these days.

I stop by the Throne Room, often, and under the tunnels even more often. I have a scroll in case I need to get out quickly, but something, some compulsion makes me want to check down there more often. Its cold, and eerie, but I don't like the thought of whatever it is sitting down here unwatched either. Seeing as little else is happening other than the constant invasions in Caer I may as well do something useful.

I talked to Viv about some of my thoughts...even if they are foundless, can't hurt to search every avenue. I fished back in the depths of my mind for details I haven't tried to remember in ages but alas, I think my time spent away washed away more things than I remember.

I crawl into that old cell still, to read the comforting glowing script on the wall. Sometimes its easier to fall asleep knowing that few will venture there, and the memories of the Ceremony of Light are strongest. I wonder if anyone else still holds to the hope of that time...the sense of accomplishment and purpose. I wish I hadn't lost the Royal Crystal I once had but its long been sold off or stolen I'm sure.

The silver coin in my pocket is a comfort at least, and the image of the Sword well traced by my thumb. A pitiful talisman to be sure, but a touchstone of hope in my mind.

I often wonder what the Gods think when they look down upon us...if they are puzzled by the emotions that drive us humans.

Like children, they kick and scream
like animals they roar.
Like fiendish demons they sometimes seem
and their dramas often bore.

Tantrums ensue more often than not
and tempers often flare
Blood runs quick and scortching hot
and often they despair.

Trivialities become everything
whispered venom drips into ears
grasping hands with greed do cling
And they cower from baseless fears.

Is it any guess why gods do wonder
at what animals they are
for who are the demon's that plunder?
Is it humans, or those they deplore?