Post by zeubercat on Oct 20, 2012 20:56:00 GMT -5
Gerold looked at his notes. War was far to likely. He had to stop it at any cost. That was his only purpose left. He took a pen and began to write a journal entry.
"The day I left the citadel, a bandage around my head and only my scribbles of children's tales and old records to protect me from the world, I made myself a promise. I told myself that I was going to fight my enemy. Originally, I thought it was The Cold I battled, The Ice, but now I know the truth. It is Westeros I fight, and it's true nature, for it is in the essence of this country to destroy itself. I have tried to keep war from occurring and failed. This time, I will not fail, and hopefully, the peace will last. At least until night falls."
"The day I left the citadel, a bandage around my head and only my scribbles of children's tales and old records to protect me from the world, I made myself a promise. I told myself that I was going to fight my enemy. Originally, I thought it was The Cold I battled, The Ice, but now I know the truth. It is Westeros I fight, and it's true nature, for it is in the essence of this country to destroy itself. I have tried to keep war from occurring and failed. This time, I will not fail, and hopefully, the peace will last. At least until night falls."
