We have failed to heal the growing imbalance.
Our timid tinkering has won us little ground.
But perhaps you will not fear to strike firmly.
To wield the full force of your fury,
Perhaps you will battle them as we could not...
Perhaps the time has come.



Dark days are coming. 

Sometimes, just sometimes, I wish that I was still one of them. Casually fumbling my way through a mundane existence. Unaware of the pressing darkness. The claws scratching at the gauntlet between the worlds.  I'm tired of running. Tired of whispering myself into the shadows while the knights and the puppeteers play their power games. 


Tired of the darkness coming for me just because I can bend the light.




I'm done.


Word on the street is that Kingsmouth is where things are about to explode. My bags are packed. I have my salts, my bullets and my blade. I can feel the spirits at my back, beckoning me onward. I feel the divine fire rising in my blood.


We shall see just how powerful a tiny flame in a sea of darkness can be.


A.