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His Face Set In Grim Determination, Richard Slogged Ahead, His Fingers Reaching Up To Touch The Tooth Under His Shirt. Loneliness, Deeper Than He Had Never Known, Sagged His Shoulders. All His Friends Were Lost To Him. He Knew Now That His Life Was Not His Own. It Belonged To His Duty, To His Task. He Was The Seeker. Nothing More. Nothing Less. Not His Own Man, But A Pawn To Be Used By Others. A Tool, Same As His Sword, To Help Others, That They Might Have The Life He Had Only Glimpsed For A Twinkling. He Was No Different From The Dark Things In The Boundary. A Bringer Of Death.

If You Want To Be A Slave In Life, Then Continue Going Around Asking Others To Do For You. They Will Oblige, But You Will Find The Price Is Your Choices, Your Freedom, Your Life Itself. They Will Do For You, And As A Result You Will Be In Bondage To Them Forever, Having Given Your Identity Away For A Paltry Price. Then, And Only Then, You Will Be A Nobody, A Slave, Because You Yourself And Nobody Else Made It So.

Teasingly She Took The Apple From His Mouth. Juice Ran Down His Chin. Slowly, Deliberately, She Leaned Over And Licked The Sweet Juice From His Chin. I Will Have To Admit Though, That I Will Never Look At An Apple In Quite The Same Way.

Once Committed To Fight, Cut. Everything Else Is Secondary. Cut. That Is Your Duty, Your Purpose, Your Hunger. There Is No Rule More Important, No Commitment That Overrides That One. Cut. Cut From The Void, Not From Bewilderment. Cut The Enemy As Quickly And Directly As Possible. Cut Decisively, Resolutely. Cut Into The Enemy’s Strength. Flow Through The Gaps In His Guard. Cut Him. Cut Him Down Utterly. Don’t Allow Him A Breath. Crush Him. Cut Him Without Mercy To The Depths Of His Spirit." -richard Rahl

Ever Since I Was Really Little, I've Had Characters That Were In My Mind.