[Merantheplayer]

"Freedom upon Danse Macabre." 

'Consider it done.' Those were the words that set my journey in stone, releasing me upon the world, a wish taken command..

Those first months were troubling, painful even, though necessary.
 

The ink that fueled the writing of my tale…
 

Thespian, that was the name that came to be. What a wonderful time, the fright given to many upon seeing those pages was always so interesting.
 

The trick's done and lies told, the foreshadowing.. I, Aled always had a way of pushing buttons, didn't I? But now I wonder, as the smell of gunpowder and copper fills my nose, and the darkness veil's over my eyes and the plays curtains close.. Should I have done things differently? No... I wouldn't change a single thing about this tale, it's perfect. The people I met along the way as well. They all played their roles perfectly..
 

From those who thought they could fix what I am, to those who sought my end with all so steady hand. To those who claimed they could love me true.. And but, of course, to those who wished to use me too.

We will all meet again some misfortunate day..

"To write my divine beginning, and my 'prophesied end'.. My tale, my choices.."

At the beginning, I spoke most of those words out of jest, to provoke and play.. Now though, those words I spoke in jest, I now know were my pen, my voice willing it into existence..
 

"You!! Warden of Arcadia... Thank you, you've made me... Realize something, something that has forever changed me.."
 

"I'll be a true savior, a harbinger's rise, a changer that was forged through a terrible demise. Through a death and a rebirth, I'll never truly die, I'll tear down the heavens and remake the sky all shaped anew in my own image's eye.."