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One hundred and twenty three
There's nothing in this world that is more insane than searching for your own sanity, long after you've lost it... Why wouldn't I loose it? Life has never for once gone easy on me. And why would it? When all I'd ever done was to hurt all those that were around me. Why the bloody hell would life go easy on me!
They say the name, Kerik, meant 'the strong one'. The strong one? Well, if strong meant loosing your own sanity after you accidentally loose it. Or letting your mind get away with murder on you every second of your life. Or when the demons in you, decides to drag you into the eternal darkness, into fire and ice. Maybe all of that means being strong. Maybe as the darkness gets too dark, the sun burns and dies with it because being strong meant never to see the sun shine any longer. I was now a prisoner. Prisoner of my own burden, of my pain and never ending suffering, with no one to come to my rescue. Slowly dying internally, with e
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"Kerik you're not expecting anyone, are you?" Tara finally asked, making use of her words and immediately walking straight to the door."I know I'm a lot of things, but I don't keep insane humans as friends."Following Tara to the door I thought about who must have been desperately trying to break down our door.Tara slowly reached for the door and opened it gently. Standing grumpily in front of us was a burly figured bald man. Glancing at him, I quickly observed an ornamented sewing of a black serpent on his chainmail amour. A knight you might say, but no ordinary one. He was a member of the keepers. The bald Knights. Even the women always were too. It was believed that they had to get all form of impurities so one can be pure and cleared from their sins. Like that made any of them less corrupt."Took you long enough!"he scolded, his cold eyes fixed on us.Those bastards!
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