Day 9: Eureka! I was able to finish decoding this entry. I might find clues in this text about Laberynthea!
One of the things that hurt in life is putting your walls down or allowing an enemy to tear them down. Most Knight’s castles have high walls not to allow any intruders. Sometimes though, someone will climb up and infiltrate to see who and what a knight is. Who can blame them? Knights are loyal creatures and hold many secrets.
But a knight is always prepared. His battles have him hardy and robust with armor created with experience and past wisdom. But, sometimes, a stranger can provide comfort for the Knight, a rarity in most situations. In time the walls that were so high now seem shorter, and every day when he wakes up, it feels as if he does not need as much armor.
A reprieve from the weight of his protection. A thought of companionship.
Sadly when the stranger sunders away the armor, it allows a Knight’s true colors to show. The scars are visible; the bloodstained gauze shows healing wounds, his weakness is displayed and vulnerable for him to see.
At times the Knight might think it is growth to allow the stranger inside their castle. To the Knight, this may help forge alliances, trust, and above all else, a bond.
Sadly sometimes, the intruders who strip the Knight of their armor do not like what they see or worse, a curiosity for information with no intention of follow up, piercing through the trust—leaving the Knight clutching at their bleeding injury, resenting his hope and want.
Gasping to understand why he must suffer so when his life is dedicated to the good of others. It is the Knight’s own selfish needs of acceptance and happiness that cost him a fresh scar.
The pain is unbearable. Now the Knight uses this new experience to forge thicker, heavier armor.
It hurts to look up to the sky when the weight is too much to bear. For some knights, this burden cripples them, twists them, and becomes resentful of themselves when they can’t shed the load. The feeling of helplessness permeates through the open ends of the armor, drowning whoever is inside. Life becomes a gloom, and things that once brought pleasure now serve as a reminder of a time when existence was easier—a still picture of a good life with no ability to look away.
This is where he builds taller walls and fortifies his castle to keep everything away. But, even when it rains, droplets of moisture will always find their way inside. The humidity creates a moss that can keep the damp in and corrupt the stones.
Some knights can see the mossy stones on the wall and acknowledge the taint, while others ignore the obvious. As his footsteps echo through the empty halls, he is reminded, we are born in pain, made by scars, and drown in hate. For his weight now outweighs the needs of others.
His old vows disintegrate as he creates his own. His armor weighs with the failure of trust, his eyes red for the hate he now owns—a knight with tainted obsidian armor and blood on his hammer.
The Oracle is to blame…
Notes: This story is one I have heard while I was in the Magi College. It is supposed to be about one of the heroes of Laberynthea. But I do not understand the last line “The Oracle is to blame…” I will find what other texts contain any information about this Oracle.
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