. . . So it was that they lived in peace and a wonderful new harmony was formed in the marriage between the two dweller peoples. They became one people, the Lorgose. Traditions mingled and many stories of the two intertwined and became one. They often asked me to make known these stories in original form, but time and again I declined. I judged it a blessing and refused to curse these, my kindred. Still they came, time and again, to ask for a teaching on this matter. On this sol, I am the only remaining constant who can sort them. The Maker empowered me for the purpose I’m given. I watch and I judge, and so my blessing and my curse is this: I remember everything.
Tune in for quick reads of the best (or least despicable) selections from the previous day’s word count, by virtue of my daily writing regimen for the National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). WARNING: editing has not taken place.