| | Chronicles of a JourneymanJournal Entry; Day 9183
Weather; Clear
"Here I am at night. Sleep is a precious gift from our Maker. As I traveled today I met my first challenge of he journey. I had entered a part of the forest where it was very quiet. Other than my own movements I heard nothing. A great weight seemed to fall on my mind and everything became very still. I wondered what was wrong. Why didn't I keep moving? Why did I feel so heavy and confused?
I noticed suddenly that I was not alone. There were two men standing near me. One had come up behind and the other stood off to my left and a little in front. They were both dressed in the same black clothes and had hats pulled low on their heads so that you couldn't see their faces. I felt they were looking at me. I sensed them. I hated both of them, but I didn't know why for I had a strange attraction to them also."
I hate that which hurts what I love. What if I hate nothing? What if I hate what I should love?
Paravel
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