A Vigilant's Journal - Vol. 2

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A Vigilant's Journal - Vol. 2

Edited for publication by Vigilant Oriella Caught a glimpse of my reflection in the dirty water of the canal on our way to the temple this morning. Hardly recognized the face. I am not the same young man who escaped the burning castle in High Rock. He was little more than a boy with hardly a hair on his chin. My own beard has become peppered with gray, of late. And the crow's feet are new. Would Sibastion even recognize me, were he alive? No, I guess not. Not because of my face, but because of who I am. The young rebel cared for little else than gaining his big brother's approval. And here I am, in the service of a Divine. Well, he always di