before this life i had a couple of others in one of these lives i was called Fredrick in another i was Sam either way, all you really need to know is that I died a couple of times. my current name is Kenzo for some strange reason the powers that be have allowed me to glimpse into my last two lives.  sometimes I dream of completely different worlds, one of these worlds is called earth, I was Sam during this incarnation and part of something called the machine or at least that's what I...he called it when I heard him say this for the first time he sat in row of boxes exclaiming at a smaller glowing box at the time I thought it was some kind of artifact and the machine was the name of  some powerful organisation. you can imagine my disappointment when I learned I was just a lackey pencil pusher working for an insurance firm and that I was literally at the bottom of the social hierarchy. This was a fact I wish wasn't the case but during one dream sam was working long into the night long after everybody else had left, when suddenly a large orc-like man enters the box and nonchalantly places a stack of papers as large as a toadile before walking away as if nothing had ever happened, at first I thought he was a bully tricking sam but when it happened again and again by a variety of people, I realised they don't even treat him as a person. what a sad existence that man lived the only solace was his poetry, he wrote a haunting poem when the poor man hung himself.

my second life was a little bit more exciting but still pretty depressing. from what I gathered I was an orphaned gutter kid called Fredrick, i suppose he called himself that to feel more distinguished than he actually was, His parents had died during some kind of war with the shadows not many memories of them but they were kind people that loved their son. Frederick was a common thief stealling loaves of bread and eating garbage and any small animal he could get his hands on. one day he gets recruited into a ragtag group of thief's called cloven hoof. they were a merry band of thiefs, but once again I was at the bottom of the totem pole doing  all the jobs the rest wouldn't touch with 10-meter pole, cleaning the horse shit out of the camp, handling all the bloodied and soiled garments he even had to degut the animals we ate but I seemed happy in this life. happy, unaware and docile that's why it was even more painful when i saw how the twit died.

It was supposed to be your average mark, wealth aristocrat parading around town, standard to man operation Fredrick being stumbles into the mark while to other member pilfers from behind and walks away. it all went according to plan the goods had been snatch the other thief blended into the crowd, alas poor Fredrick wasn't so lucky this particular noble must have been pickpocketed before and almost instantaneously he checked his coin pouch just to find it missing, grabbed Fredrich by the hair and brutally slammed his face into the ground dishing out swift blows all over his body, leaving him bloodied and bruised poised for the guards to take him.  serves him right is what you think, a thief gets whats coming to him, whats new? As true as that may be what was painful about this experience aside from the actual pain is the fact that the band of thieves had a protocol for such an occasion the partner was supposed to jump in and quickly incapacitate the mark, however,  he had run leaving Fredrick to his fate. The end of this saps story is much like you'd expect tortured and publicly executed.

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Now we're onto the good stuff, me or whats left of me anyway. Currently, I'm in a cell underneath Deagger keep awaiting my execution, writing this long letter to pass that time, they are expecting me to write a confession for killing commander Eckles at least ill be able to leave something behind this time even if it's just a letter and my supposed exploits. 

my story goes something like this, became a guard at 16, the irony isn't lost on me don't worry, a thief killed by some guards now im a guard that kills thieves but it still ends the same way. following in my father's footsteps I after a few years I became the guard captain my natural understanding of how thieves operate allowed me some early success but I wanted more and Duke Thomas knew this, he promised me power and prestige as long as I overlooked a few things, it started out small a few back alley deals than a few disappearances, my might think it was wrong of me but what man doesn't want power? I was finally on top he even pulled a couple of strings and got the king to make me a Barron, they gave me land and I was rolling in the coin.

It all came to a head during the last war I was expected to fight and fight I did, during one strategy meeting the commander and Duke Thomas were at loggerheads, the Duke suggested sacrificing a couple of the border villages for strategic advantage, however  Eckles was vehemently opposed stating that they were innocent people and it was our duty to protect them, obviously I sided with the Duke after my success was all thanks to him. disagreements like this happened constantly for the first two years of the war and the animosity was palpable the dukes ideas were getting shot down again and again, his anger building up im honestly surprised there wasnt any open hostility if there was I probably wouldn't be in this situation. gradually his opinions were becoming less and less valued, his prestige a shell of what it was. one day the commander was found dead in the encampment, coincidentally on one of the rare occasions I was also there, with my trusty dagger proudly protruding from his back. without a leader the army was in shambles it needed a leader and the Duke was poised and ready.

surprisingly, I don't blame him for doing it, honestly, I would have done the same in his position but that doesn't mean i have to be happy about it, anyway I guess that's all I have to say, on to the next life I guess.

"prisoner, its time," said the guard, one of my old  subbordanents "sure steve lets get this show on the road".

maybe next time i can actually be something more with my life.