New Earth

It is with sad regard that I must finish this extensive look into my psyche. I had planned to go into so much more. I wanted to reveal hidden histories, untold legends, and lost knowledge, allowing those who came after me to understand as I have understood, tread where I have trod. It seems such cannot be the case. My plans have been moved up and I’m afraid I have no more time for writing. It is time to be great.

Perhaps I did not deliver on all that I had originally set out to deliver. Maybe I did not make you see the world in a new way, and maybe I did not enlighten you or make you think of me what I wanted you to think of me. Or perhaps I did.

Of course I did.

You think of me exactly what I want you to think of me and you always have. How can I be so certain? Because I have never given you any reason to think anything of me that I have not willed. It is truly as simple as that. I am Jericho of House Davar and I have never lied to you about who I am. I am a swindler, a cheat, a conman, and a liar. But you know that. You think of me what I wish because I have never been anyone but me, and that’s exactly what I’ve always wanted to be.

Take this lesson, my readers, my children, my friends. Make others see you as you wish to be seen, and you will become that which you wish to become. Image is everything. Making others see, and believe what they see, is the most important thing you can do.

If seeing is believing, then believing is being.

As I write this, I’m sitting in a small Inn in the middle of a deserted wasteland. I’ve always loved this Inn. The bartender is a personal friend of mine. I come here every so often, and talk to my friend, though he doesn’t know to whom he speaks. In a couple minutes, I need to leave. The Lightfoot Path has stopped here. The past has caught up to the present, and I am too excited to speak. My hands are literally shaking. A black haired woman sits across the room from me, and I also recognize her, though she doesn’t recognize me. No, I doubt she recognizes anyone anymore. I asked her here today, but I won’t speak to her. I just needed to make sure she was here for the five other people who are about to walk through the door. Well, four will walk, and one will be carried. This is the day I have been waiting for. These six individuals don’t know it yet, but they will take up the Lightfoot Path and carry it to its end. I will help them in any way I can, and I suspect I will adjust their journey when necessary.

One of them is going to be responsible for the Mending, and another is going to be responsible for the Tearing. They will be great.

And I…well, I will be dead before I get to see any of that. But death comes to all. Greatness only to those who reach.

Let us stretch our hands together.

Farewell.

New Earth

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