A page from the King's Journal

I wear red and purple while I can. The midday moon shone it's best, and I kept the day safe while I walked into the night. I now carry a company of children, men, and women, trying to save what I can, someone who still can believe in something more.

It's been a long time since someone's chased after me, but it reminds me that I am not alone on the roads I walk. It gives me greater hope, and lets me dream of a peace to be attained. Because I've found that peace is not something that can be found alone. What is a King without his kingdom?

I've traveled a long way, I've walked through the wind, the rain, through lightning storm and hurricane alike, braved my best alone in the freezing snow more times than I can count on hand. Though never having a place to call home weighed heavier than any other burden, and it was all that pressed on my mind.

Home. The most familiar word that echoes in my mind more than any other, that associates an almost childish kind of longing. I had a people once, lovers once, believers once. Things change. I changed. But now I seem to have found some place somewhere, similar yet entirely different. As is said, not all is well and not every thing is quite right, but maybe that's because of my own account. Settling, moving on. I've found love again, a siren's call here yet there. I've held a place, found it's worth, yet I am still invisible, through a looking glass as one ever was.

I hope to build anew. I've wandered for far, far too long.

If anything, I feel needed, and it's come time to set my tent, rest, and teach something new. I've already begun, in setting forth a motion that will make waves.

I have come to make a mark, to change the world again, as someone who believes in more, and believes in you.