Sombra´s Diary - Slipping into evil

Anno 6437 Victum Discordi, 6th of Platine

Here I am sitting beside my father’s bed.

He lies there, sleeping, but still not resting.

His fever is higher than ever and now and then he moves in pain from one side to the other.

Since weeks he was ill, but he always said it was nothing.

Although the court doctor plied to him to take a break and recover, he didn´t stop.

Until this morning. Until he blacked-out in the middle of a debate at the Chrystal Court.

He didn´t wake up for the whole day. Sometimes, he opened his eyes, but they were glassy and distant.

The doctor gave him some medicine, but it didn´t help for long. A few hours ago, we sent him away.

Now, my brother and I are sitting beside our father’s bed.

Once, we promised to him that we would help him in his greatest crisis.

We imagined this meant something glorious. Something like an enormous battle or a dangerous adventure. How foolish we were. How naïve.

My brother sits on the other side of the bed, trying to cheer him up in his sleep.

But I can see his tears washing up in his eyes. So are mine.

We will sit here for the night, we will not rest in this night, we will help our father with all the love we have for him.

I hope it is enough.

I hope it is enough to get him through this most horrible night of his life.

I hope it will not be his last night.

Sombra,

Son of Onha the Just