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Alkenaar's Journal
ForhavuMahea
Throughout my travels, I have been unsure of my position in the fight for good and evil . If you are reading this, I'm either dead or my mission is complete.  Hopefully the latter. Of course, the hope of that is fading. It's hard to remember where it began. My, evilness, for lack of a better word. Some say I was possessed.  I feel thats just an excuse.  I know what I did. And I feel like I must continue  doing it. For what, I do not know. It is a need in my heart, in my corrupted soul, that longs for the pain and torture. I wish not for my mind to be twisted in such ways, but I have no control. I once believed I could rule the world. That is a silly objective now, but I still follow it in heart. :: Maybe my hopes can one day be fufilled. Do I follow Iblees? Perhaps.  But I'm not sure.  I have met friends, and by worshiping Iblees, I ensure their death and destruction. :: If you read this, and suspect I am still alive, you are wrong.  Either way, completing my mission or dying, both will leave me dead. Please remember Alkenaar, son of Ragnak.  Make him known. Farewell, Aegis.  I may yet have a destiny of greatness. Where... I do not know.   -Alkenaar