22nd of Summer, 515 AV
Priskil,
I do not know if you think it preferable - or at least tolerable - that I lead the person I am leading to you, to me too. That I have become closer friends to him than I expected, and that honestly my heart beats a little bit quicker when I see that I've brought him a smile. I do not know if you seek that I guide him professionally and at a distance, or that I become his dearest friend. All of these things are so curious to me, but sadly there is little to nothing in Sahova I can use as a tool to discover the way you wish that I operate. Considering you are as kind a goddess as you are a loving one, I simply hope that the path I have taken is the right one, and that Ameer and I may be friends as well as we are light-bringers; bringing hope to one another, like you might expect us to.
I would like to tell you of some things that I have experienced in the past few days since I started to actively try to serve your purposes.
Two days ago, I contemplated what I might do in the face of great adversity. I wondered - I suppose - if I should ever resort to killing someone that brings great peril to their surroundings. When I was younger, in Ravok, schemes would begin at the hand of Rhysol's followers - schemes to murder innocent people outside of Ravok, entire households, young and old and innocent . . . for dark rituals and the purpose of amusement. These things were practically tolerated, which made me wonder how such a society could function. I wonder, actually, if you think a person like that - who would do such a thing - deserves to be treated with scorn and death? Or should I try to reason, and to save them from the darkness that has consumed them? Is there ever such thing as too late? I know that you can guide anyone out of darkness, but as a mortal with limited means, am I so capable? I keep hoping that I'll find an answer somewhere, but I just can't. And if the day comes by where I'm strong enough to make important decisions like this, I can't guarantee that I will always make the right choice. I apologize, and wish that you know that I will always try to do the best I can to be a good person. That is the way I have always lived, always wanted to live, and always will live.
Thank you, my friend. I'm sorry for yet again writing a letter - as if you could possibly hear it - but you know how I am. Always the trying man, always the failing one.
Love,
Caesarion and Sometimes "Vox"
The young man finished his scribbles, then he looked to the sheet of paper so that he could read these words allowed - as he prayed - so that maybe the Goddess might hear him. He knew that in such a dark time there were many thousands that needed her, but he prayed nonetheless, because he thought that maybe a little bit of love and recognition would go a long way to giving her the strength she needed to carry on, even in these dark times.
After his daily devotions, the man figured he would continue the more long-term act of devotion he had towards Priskil: bringing hope to the man that was Ameer Milab, and guiding him to a path of capability, just as Caesarion was currently doing for himself. The young mage wandered the house to find Ameer, until eventually he ran into him in Telemaran's personal library, cleaning the desk. "Hello," said Caesarion. "Would you like to be relieved?" He asked, implying that he would justify that he simply stop performing his daily duties. The man had a way of getting Ameer to perfectly lag behind, then always clearing it up with Telemaran afterwards. The other slave laughed and shook his head. "No, I shouldn't. I'll just have to do this later, and you know how I hate being forced to binge clean." He gave Caesarion that look, though, like - I really want to.
So, he did. It only took a stare, and then he was back in another part of the lab with his fellow slave. The two men were laying against the ground, both of them prepping up to do some sit-ups like Caesarion had been recommending they do together. He instilled self-betterment in all their conversations, and sometimes he also added the enjoyment of sport to it all. Anything to bring a smile to a sullen face. "How are you feeling, Ameer?" The older man asked, pulling his abdomen up with the rest of his upper body and performing his first sit-up. He exhaled deeply as he went up, then breathed in as he moved his head back down to the floor. "I'm good," the young man simply said. He didn't really know what to add - he was bad at conversation when it was actually natural. Sort of the same case with Caesarion. They were better embellished than they were in honesty.
"That's good to hear," the older man said. "I was attacked by some crazy Wizard two days ago. Luckily I managed to at least go head-to-head, or I'd probably not be alive or doing these sit-ups with you." He smiled slightly. The truth was, he knew she went easy on him, because her movements were sometimes extremely quick but sometimes very slow. She let him react, he didn't simply react out of consequence.
Of course, Ameer was very interested in what the man said. He grinned excitedly, and poked him on the shoulder. "Tell me about it, Vox," he requested. The other man smirked. "Sure, if you tell me more about you."
Priskil,
I do not know if you think it preferable - or at least tolerable - that I lead the person I am leading to you, to me too. That I have become closer friends to him than I expected, and that honestly my heart beats a little bit quicker when I see that I've brought him a smile. I do not know if you seek that I guide him professionally and at a distance, or that I become his dearest friend. All of these things are so curious to me, but sadly there is little to nothing in Sahova I can use as a tool to discover the way you wish that I operate. Considering you are as kind a goddess as you are a loving one, I simply hope that the path I have taken is the right one, and that Ameer and I may be friends as well as we are light-bringers; bringing hope to one another, like you might expect us to.
I would like to tell you of some things that I have experienced in the past few days since I started to actively try to serve your purposes.
Two days ago, I contemplated what I might do in the face of great adversity. I wondered - I suppose - if I should ever resort to killing someone that brings great peril to their surroundings. When I was younger, in Ravok, schemes would begin at the hand of Rhysol's followers - schemes to murder innocent people outside of Ravok, entire households, young and old and innocent . . . for dark rituals and the purpose of amusement. These things were practically tolerated, which made me wonder how such a society could function. I wonder, actually, if you think a person like that - who would do such a thing - deserves to be treated with scorn and death? Or should I try to reason, and to save them from the darkness that has consumed them? Is there ever such thing as too late? I know that you can guide anyone out of darkness, but as a mortal with limited means, am I so capable? I keep hoping that I'll find an answer somewhere, but I just can't. And if the day comes by where I'm strong enough to make important decisions like this, I can't guarantee that I will always make the right choice. I apologize, and wish that you know that I will always try to do the best I can to be a good person. That is the way I have always lived, always wanted to live, and always will live.
Thank you, my friend. I'm sorry for yet again writing a letter - as if you could possibly hear it - but you know how I am. Always the trying man, always the failing one.
Love,
Caesarion and Sometimes "Vox"
The young man finished his scribbles, then he looked to the sheet of paper so that he could read these words allowed - as he prayed - so that maybe the Goddess might hear him. He knew that in such a dark time there were many thousands that needed her, but he prayed nonetheless, because he thought that maybe a little bit of love and recognition would go a long way to giving her the strength she needed to carry on, even in these dark times.
After his daily devotions, the man figured he would continue the more long-term act of devotion he had towards Priskil: bringing hope to the man that was Ameer Milab, and guiding him to a path of capability, just as Caesarion was currently doing for himself. The young mage wandered the house to find Ameer, until eventually he ran into him in Telemaran's personal library, cleaning the desk. "Hello," said Caesarion. "Would you like to be relieved?" He asked, implying that he would justify that he simply stop performing his daily duties. The man had a way of getting Ameer to perfectly lag behind, then always clearing it up with Telemaran afterwards. The other slave laughed and shook his head. "No, I shouldn't. I'll just have to do this later, and you know how I hate being forced to binge clean." He gave Caesarion that look, though, like - I really want to.
So, he did. It only took a stare, and then he was back in another part of the lab with his fellow slave. The two men were laying against the ground, both of them prepping up to do some sit-ups like Caesarion had been recommending they do together. He instilled self-betterment in all their conversations, and sometimes he also added the enjoyment of sport to it all. Anything to bring a smile to a sullen face. "How are you feeling, Ameer?" The older man asked, pulling his abdomen up with the rest of his upper body and performing his first sit-up. He exhaled deeply as he went up, then breathed in as he moved his head back down to the floor. "I'm good," the young man simply said. He didn't really know what to add - he was bad at conversation when it was actually natural. Sort of the same case with Caesarion. They were better embellished than they were in honesty.
"That's good to hear," the older man said. "I was attacked by some crazy Wizard two days ago. Luckily I managed to at least go head-to-head, or I'd probably not be alive or doing these sit-ups with you." He smiled slightly. The truth was, he knew she went easy on him, because her movements were sometimes extremely quick but sometimes very slow. She let him react, he didn't simply react out of consequence.
Of course, Ameer was very interested in what the man said. He grinned excitedly, and poked him on the shoulder. "Tell me about it, Vox," he requested. The other man smirked. "Sure, if you tell me more about you."