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When Jeuno Fell so far! Thank you for your endless support.
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This story starts off immediately after the Fall of Jeuno.
And without further delay, please, enjoy the fourth chapter;
Tears of Scarlet, Tears of Gold!
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Day 104:
Time means nothing to me. Time is measured in black and white.
Black; the times where I'm losing.
White; the times where I gain a little ground back, for a little while.
I have learned much during the darker times. I have begun to know the demon inside of me. The "good" one. Like his name.
He has a name that is too dark for me to write, and still hard for me to even say, so we compromised on a sort of friendlier name. I may call him Maje. He said my name was too hard, and so he also must make a name for me.
We call the second demon Crim, after the color of his skin.
I write because as I do, as I regain some focus. Crim loses a bit of ground, because it lets me remember myself. But never for too long. This is the first time I have been able to finish more than a few words.
At least he keeps the bird in tact; it's terribly useful, I suppose, and maybe too beautiful for even the demon to kill.
I have caught flashes of our journey. We're heading to San d'Oria, and why I do not know.
We are on the outskirts of Jugner now, almost at La'Theine. I do not think we are yet being followed. Yet.
There are no people here, and so we have not yet fed. To ease my own hunger, I find tasteless mushrooms and drink the water from the stream. Neither Maje nor I know what to do.
Do we resist? Do do we go off course? Do we try and fight back?
Or do we let him run his course, try and stay alive, and try and take over?
I think we know what's going to happen.
It's going to be a long while.
