Devion | Created on Sunday, 16 April 2000 00:00 |
An empty circle.. |
As each of the first 8 guides left. I felt strange.. sad to see them leave, but a sense of joy at watching them walk out into the sunlight. Carefree steps on a dirt path. I realised I liked seeing the Monks walking around in the light. Not in dimly lit libraries where they would read entire books in a single day. I stood alone.. Not for the first time.. And not for the last I know.. But even as I stood there leaning against my spear, I knew.. I had started something. Something.. that I hoped I would live to see bloom. I watched the rest of the Monks that day going about their buisness, reading and keeping to themselves. Each day the Guides are gone I hope more for their quick return. I cannot tell the walkers yet.. not yet.. When all the guides have returned, then.. Then I will tell the walkers what we have found. Devion
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