Seen around Valorn are copies of the following in a familiar hand writing to some:
Darkness, confusion, pain, hurt, and sadness, are what lie undeneathe the jestful, proud, friendly surface of what you see. None of it caused by Balthazar like others. No, its all caused by living. Breathing in the air, no matter how fresh it is, is like venom to the lungs. Conversing about anything, hunting, training, and helping others, only to soothe the never ending pain.
Some say it is a blesing, but it is truely a curse, that Cory has palced upon us, not allowing us our sweet eternal rest.
Sometimes, before grabbing at thy head and screaming in pain, one will stop and wonder, who is really the enemy?
Signed,
FFBVTHBOOKD
Someone wasn't feeling to happy today... =\