Months become days. Days become Hours. Hours become minutes.
Minutes become seconds. Seconds become a shear fact of life that I'm
stuck in this shit hole forever nothing to do accept scribble the time
I have left on a small piece of paper. Trying to figure out whom I
am. Not having any luck just having the soul of the once dead person
with me. Haunting me in my sleep. I have a make shit flower bed in
here but after all it's not what I choose I'm getting rusty with my
swords. As I lay to waste in this after life I call hell. Will I get
out I have no clue but to wait. As I write this only seconds go on.
Not minute's as I'd hope. Just seconds sitting here waiting to die
being fed only cookies to keep me alive. At least this bitch named
Sara made good cookies or else I'd hate myself forever. She gives me
a good sugar high too. Oh how I love Sara you complete me I say as I
fall into a deep slumber which is only seconds. How long have I been
in here for I ask myself. After all the sentence is one hundred
years. One hundred years is just a lifetime for some human maybe but
for the bastard elf it's just the dawn of a new day. One hundred
years for a bastard elf like Crovax is like one hundred hours for him.
He's not getting rusty out there living among the start of a civil war
among the masses. A lot will die surely and we will have the capitol
of tripower to thank for finally standing up to the vectorian retards.
But then it goes back to asking myself who I am and what am I fighting
for? What is my name? I be who!?!?!? Who I am I! My release was an
uncommon one no one came. No one cheered when I was released out into
the night to go along and mingle with them . The Bastard wasn't even
there to laugh at my misfortune. However there will be a price on his
head now. Someone will get him maybe not me. Perhaps another
assassin just as skilled as me, trying to figure out his place in the
world. I may still not know who I am. But as long as I'm breathing
good will never purge out evil. It will always be lurking in the
shadows ready to attack when you least expect it!
This is what I send to you Crovax.
WAR is on between you and I. For I may not know who I am but I do know one thing
you will not survive on your own.
