I fight alone again. I gain ground but I remain distracted. As I paused to take out my journal I look to the brand I wear proudly on my left hand. I wear it as a lifelong commitment to assisting others. It is this that distracts me from my goal.

Having the scar means I never fight alone. My brothers and my sisters fight with me every step of the way. It’s like fighting with the strength of 8 unified as a power of one. It does not make me perfect; the scar in itself is an imperfection, but wearing it does mean I swear to do the right thing everyday and put the safety of Valorn above my personal wants.

I sit in wants of solitude but I know it will not last. I have rarely failed to come to the aid of my fellow Valornian when they are in need sacrificing my time and money for the greater good. Training will wait, the more people we have that gain levels and improve their power the better chance we have at freedom.

Lets face it solitude is overrated. There is nothing like the sight of joy on another persons face when they complete a hard task or complete a much needed quest. I rather enjoy helping others more than I enjoy training. Perhaps I remember a time that I was the one in need of help and people came to my aid. Times when I felt like the weak among the strong, the small among the giants. I never want people to feel like I am any more worthy of respect than they are for I am a servant, I give of myself freely.

The only thing that solitude provides me is a place to get away from the faces of those I have hurt. There are people that I have apologized to and yet I get no forgiveness. Perhaps my actions were not worthy of forgiveness… a joke taken too far… a hasty decision made… an inappropriate comment at a fragile time.

Perhaps this is why I stick by JKD and the RoK’s side faithfully when so many have fallen from the ranks… they forgave during a time that I was in most need of it simply because I asked from the heart. I owe them the same loyalty they have shown me and nothing less.