I wrote my prologue in five minutes
(Or part of it bUt) (I’m so proud ack)
A blank page, how must one fill? A story so dark, how could it even be told?
It is I, the 9th of this century’s Twelve Princes Of Disasters. Unlike the 11th, The Prince Of an Iron Will, nor the 3rd, The Prince of Words, I have never been eloquent, creative, or even clever. Even now, thirteen years after the Sangre Fría War, I am still quite clumsy with language, dull, and slow minded.
But, make no mistake. However talentless I am in many things, I have grown much. I’ve grown from the boy that couldn’t shut his mouth; to the man I am now, ready to tell the story I almost ended.
A blank page, how must one fill? A story so dark, how could it even be told?
It is I, the 9th of this century’s Twelve Princes Of Disasters. Unlike the 11th, The Prince Of an Iron Will, nor the 3rd, The Prince of Words, I have never been eloquent, creative, or even clever. Even now, thirteen years after the Sangre Fría War, I am still quite clumsy with language, dull, and slow minded.
But, make no mistake. However talentless I am in many things, I have grown much. I’ve grown from the boy that couldn’t shut his mouth; to the man I am now, ready to tell the story I almost ended.
