3rd of Fju, 4023

This may be the last day that i see my son. For he will be sent away with a prisoner tomorrow to be saved from the incoming death. I have not said my goodbyes… I do not want to frighten him yet.

But yet, this, my last night, I wonder what will happen. The Soveriegn has ordained my bane and so it shall be. I should never have contacted him, or even met him, all those years ago. I knew he would only use me a a chess piece.

Still I wonder, when the morrow spills it light to the world, will my son be safe? Will he die? I know not. But still, in the note, there is something hidden there. Not known to any yet, but soon, in hope.

When eventide breaks, I shall be no more. I shall be dead, and so shall my wife.

But now I pray that Tiger shall survive and see another day. That he would not waste his time on the stage. That his memory of we, his family, shall never decay.

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Tomorrow will creep in at a petty pace. Tomorrow, shall i return to dusty death

—Dlaerious

Dear Reader,

This is the last note I wrote. I tell you, reader, that as you see Tiger walk through this life, as you watch through a window, he only sees a looking glass. He knows only his world, but you know your’s and his.

Quite different, this is, I, a dead dragon, am talking to you, the reader. But I am here for a reason. I am a pawn, but I still may have free will and initiative, and yet again not.

Think what you will.

But as

At the inn where Tiger sleeps, is a secret. I tell you, a secret. One that only the god knows. But it is up to him whether you know.

Know that whether free will is or is not, if he is the god of this realm in which you have entered, there may be not freedom or yet still there may be.

It is not up to me to decide, but his…

Sincerely,

King Dlaerious