I woke like clockwork one hour before sunrise. I did not feel hungry.
As I got to the training ground a mile outside the citadel the sun began to peak over the horizon. As the glint morphed into a blaze I stood astonished. The light filtered through the clouds creating colors I could never perceive; but yet. My teacher was waiting.
Note: How to read this blog
This blog is designed as a running story with each post a continuation from the preceding one.
If this is your first time reading Experiential Truth, start with the Prologue at the beginning and read it chronologically up until the present day.
Thanks,
Shadow's Friend
You should also feel free to leave comments so I can make the story better :)
If this is your first time reading Experiential Truth, start with the Prologue at the beginning and read it chronologically up until the present day.
Thanks,
Shadow's Friend
You should also feel free to leave comments so I can make the story better :)
Friday, December 4, 2009
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