[sanctuary]

A Titan could be seen traversing the vast world of Meranthe in the wake of Mydaea's departure, occasionally scribbling into a journal far too large for any mere human.

Is this what it means to fight an uphill battle?

We fought for them.  We fought to strip the poison from their veins, and they spat it back in our faces. I've lived my entire life struggling against a world that wishes nothing more than to oppose me. With all that they have, with all the warriors that flock to their cause.

Nothing helps.
No amount of strength,
nor rage,
nor will.

So what's the point?

Even if I reached the heavens.. they would drag me back down.



And I'm hurting.

I've felt the pain of thousands of souls since my creation. I never thought any amount of pain would ever surpass that, but here I stand.
My body is littered with wounds.
My pride withers with each passing failure.

I feel like the only way to escape this torture is my demise.

So what if I told you that all pain and suffering in your life could come to an end once and for all?
Would you be intrigued?
Would you smile?
Would you weep in reverence?
Would you find beauty in the smallest pleasures in life again?

Is that relief worth dying for?




I'd like to believe so, but I was never given much of a choice.

As much as I look forward to my end, as much as I wish I had never been born, there are thousands of reasons why I must live on. Too many died as a result of my origin. Even more have died because I live and fight for this improbable dream. If I died now then those lives would be meaningless.
I can barely live with that guilt.

Much less die for with it.
So I suppose it's too late to turn back.

Even though I'm tired of fighting,
tired of hearing them curse my existence,
tired of living.

The show must go on.

Better I die fighting than to live on bent knees.