Lord Hercules has made it clear in my dreams that I am no where near finished with this business, even if his disciple's soul is recovered. I do not like this. I am surrounded by men. They fight well enough for men, but they are still men.
I do not like this wasteland. I want my mountains, my village, my world back.
Out here I feel too removed from my duties. I was not meant for questing and such! This is a thing for heroes, not Hunters!
I really wish to write more about this. I find though that now is not a good time for a long entry, neither is it a good time because my anger stops my words.
If Hercules were not a god, I would tell him to vaffanculo! Pardon my language, Lady Diana.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
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