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22 Bennath, Year 1, Sixth Age
Dear Diary,
The day finally arrived; to tell the truth, if it wasn't for the spine-tingling sounds of colliding metal or the silence splintering echoes from spells discharging, or even the faint cracks as arrows embedded themselves into their targets... I think I would have slept through today.
It's not because I was scared. well, maybe a little. But you'd think that after lopping the head off a dragon whilst your comrades keep it occupied defines you as fearless, or at least not scared of an awards ceremony.
In the end it was good.
I got up, eventually, and found myself bathing in the sparkling lake behind the Guild. I met my friends, Alphonse and Sarah, at the fountain in the courtyard; the gems on Sarah's new pendent glinted in the baking sunlight, and she told us of how she doesn't technically own them, "But what the Al Kharid Guard don't know can't hurt them, right?" She has always had an odd way of seeing the law.
Then came the ceremony. I had to doll myself up, in what I can only describe as a hideous concoction of fabric and metal designed by a blind man. Although, everyone’s eyes were drowned in admiration as we walked down the aisle of The Church of Faiths , and the incense they'd chosen took me back to when we defeated Bulg'hargun and his pantheon of nasties inside the Chaos tunnels; not to mention the aftermath, and sitting on the peak of The Mountain of Solitude deep in the Wilderness.
It's days like these that remind me why I came here to study; today I became a hero.
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11-Apr-2015 17:49:34