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!7{{anchor|Chapter 7}}
|Rashek is a tall man - of course, most of the Terrismen are tall. He is young to receive so much respect from the other packmen.
Yet, it amazes me that anyone would give heed to a man who speaks such hatred.
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!8{{anchor|Chapter 8}}
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!10{{anchor|Chapter 10}}
|It amazes me how many nations have united behind our purpose.
Still, this general unity is glorious, even humbling, to contemplate. I wish that the nations of mankind hadn't required such a dire threat to make them see the value of peace and cooperation.
|It seems Rashek represents a growing faction in Terris culture. A large number of the youths think that their unusual powers should be used for more than just fieldwork, husbandry, and stonecarving. They are rowdy, even violent - far different from the quiet, discerning Terris philosophers and holy men that I have known.
They will have to be watched carefully,
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!12{{anchor|Chapter 12}}
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!16{{anchor|Chapter 16}}
|Many think that my journey started in Khlennium, that great city of wonder. They forget that I was no king when my quest began. Far from it.
I think it would do men well to remember that this task was not begun by emperors, priests, prophets, or generals. It didn't start in Khlennium or Kordel,
It began in a small, unimportant town whose name would mean nothing to you. It began with a youth, the son of a blacksmith, who was unremarkable in every way - except, perhaps, in his ability to get into trouble.
|Kwaan and I met by happenstance - though, I suppose, he would use the word "providence."
I have met many other Terris philosophers since that day. They are, every one, men of great wisdom and ponderous sagaciousness.
Not so Kwaan. In a way, he is as unlikely a prophet as I am a hero. He never had an air of ceremonious wisdom - nor was he even a religious scholar. When we first met, he was studying one of his ridiculous interests in the great Khlenni library - I believe he was trying to determine whether or not trees could think.
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!24{{anchor|Chapter 24}}
|In the end, I must trust in myself. I have seen men who have beaten from themselves the ability to recognize truth and goodness, and I do not think I am one of them. I can still see the tears in a
If I ever lose this, then I will know that I've passed beyond hope of redemption.
|Sometimes, my companions claim that I worry and question too much. However, while I may wonder about my stature as the hero, there is one thing that I have never questioned: the ultimate good of our quest.
The Deepness must be destroyed. I have seen it, and I have felt it.
It is a thing of destruction, madness, and corruption. It would destroy this world not out of spite or out of animosity, but simply because that is what it does.
|The others all think I should have had Kwaan executed for betraying me. To tell the truth, I'd probably kill him this moment if I knew where he'd gone. At the time, however, I just couldn't do it.
The man had become like a father to me.
Would he rather that the Deepness win? Surely, even if I'm not the right one - as Kwaan now claims - my presence at the Well of Ascension couldn't possibly worse than what will happen if the Deepness continues to destroy the land.
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!30{{anchor|Chapter 30}}
|Most of the Terrismen are not as bad as Rashek. However, I can see that they believe him, to an extent.
Before such passion and hatred, even good men can be deceived.
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!31{{anchor|Chapter 31}}
|Other men worry whether or not they will be remembered. I have no such fears; even disregarding the Terris prophecies, I have brought such chaos, conflict, and
I worry about what they will say of me. Historians can make what they wish of the past. In a thousand
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!32{{anchor|Chapter 32}}
|We are close now. Oddly, this high in the mountains, we seem to finally be free from the oppressive touch of the Deepness. It has been quite a while since I knew what that was like.
The lake that Fedik discovered is below us now - I can see it from the ledge.
Perhaps his interest was what angered the mist creature that follows us. Perhaps...that was why it decided to attack him, stabbing him with its invisible knife.
I feel it sometimes, as I do now, staring out over the frozen cliffs and glass mountains in the still of the morning, watching a sunrise that is so majestic that I know that none shall ever be its match.
If there are prophecies, if there is a Hero of Ages, then my mind whispers that there must be something directing my path. Something is watching; something cares.
If I fail, another shall come to finish my work.
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