Everything here is right. As it should be. I sit in my rooms in the Silverspire, perched in the window, overlooking the domain of the Weir. I am ruler of all I survey.

It is easy, so easy, to forget that this is only half of Weirmonken. That the place most people think of Weirmonken now is just a brighter version of the truth. Here, the nightmare creatures run wild, and I answer their challenges with my own howls. Enkidu's echo along with my own, and I know by that sound that I have pack here.

The Road leaves me be. It cannot compete with the rightful darkness here. This is home, and truth. There are no false kings, no leaders that will bring downfall by sitting on a throne. One day, soon, I will be enough to take shape and know the path here.

For now, though, my heart calls me back to my mate's side. I need him, even more than this place. To keep the balance inside. Shadow is more than darkness, after all. It needs the light that casts it, and that is my Maddock. Back to Amber, and the call of the Road, to where only tragedy shows in the Omens, to where all paths end.

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There are times when sacrifices must be made, when paths must be chosen and remained on. The time for laughter has passed. Perhaps it will return, one day. I will be glad, if it does. For now, however, Weirmonken needs more.

The path spread out before me is one forged in blood and shadows. I have hung on the tree of fate, upsidedown, and fed it with my blood and spirit. I have stalked new woods of horror and made myself at home in them. I have made myself something new.

The journey was not an easy one, but I had Emrys at my side. Emrys dragging me on. He is right--I serve too many masters. It is time to stand on one side, in one place. I feel them fighting inside of me. I can feel Order and Chaos battling, trying to tear me apart. I have scars, now, from being one battleground in an ongoing war. I have bled gears, vomitted crystal and watched my skin go onyx. I know which side will win--an organized life has never been in my cards. But I will not be slave to either side. I know there is a cure now, but it is worse than the disease. I have come to terms with the whispers and screams, with the darker nature that now resides in me. And it will have to come to terms with a new companion, a nightmare all my own, of my own choosing and heart.

The time for laughter has ended.

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