Standing to lead.

Bursting with energy and ready to act. Ready to take the world head on and take it by it’s throat. That all would submit and know that which is true. So all would feel that which is felt in this moment.

Stormy weather.

The day was slow and solemn. I woke to the sound of rain ushered by a gust, carelessly shattering the raindrops on anything it pleased. Remorselessly it came and went and did as it pleased to rain and tree alike.

From the very rock.

Stare upon your life and know that all parts of it came from one thing.

Forgotten warnings.

One never expects the fanciful and fantastic to occur anywhere outside of stories. Only in legends and half forgotten memories do Gods ride upon the elements and heroes roam the world. So many places hold a relic, or even a spirit from ages past, it would be hard to believe any claims of authenticity, even if the fruits of those words stared one straight in the face.

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Flowering fields of fortune [archive].

Many times I had gone by those fields where fortune flowers. My wealth was noticed on the path and where those paths did lead.