A sword needs always consider the hand that wields it.
Family matters are always a source of confusing feelings, aren't they? What a paranoid, narcissistic lot we are. Perhaps my sire was right to leave me buried to hatch and mature alone.
Their grandsires awaken on a nightly basis, hungry for the blood of their descendants, and still they play as though the game has no terminus? A fine trick, convincing the larder to tend to itself.
Ugh, stop proselytizing and do something about it. Secular nonsense.
Honestly, it is hard believe I was ever so delicious.
I would have laughed when I was told to fear and respect their power, were it not for the person who told me. Still, I can't help but be curious...
Phhhhhbt-! Really?! Do they taste like Lucky Charms?
