TBW - PrologueThe Blade WhispererPrologueMy life is not a fantastic one in which I play the part of the hero and save an unlikely victim. Royalty does not take a shine to me and promise to fulfil my every wish so long as I give myself to them. I am neither extravagantly rich, nor hopelessly poor. My talents were hard-earned, and you would not find me most pleasing to look at.To claim that my notoriety instantly gives this story power which would otherwise be lost to those unknown would be foolish. My past, whilst true, will not alter this story. This story is truth. You will learn the secrets of my ill begotten trade and how I gained my notoriety. You will indeed learn truths you will instantly wish to forget, but cannot. Know this and proceed to hear me.But where does one begin a story of truth? Do I begin at the beginning in the belief that you do not understand how our universe came to be? Or do I presume that you either know, or do not care, and instead begin at my birth; b
Passing StrangersPassing StrangersPassing strangers in the dark.Don't look! She might see.Don't speak! She might hear.Don't think!Just pass along quietly,as if she's not there.Passing strangers in the morn.Don't look! Her golden hair.Don't speak! Her rosey lips.Don't think!Just pass along quickly,as if she's not there.Passing strangers in the sun.Oh look! Her eyes are blue.Oh speak! Her voice is pure.Just think!But pass along slowly,and take a good stare.Passing strangers in the eve.Oh look! She's walking to you.Oh speak! And tell her your name.Just think!And take her hand, smile.It is the start of forever.