"You sure you don't want anything for this?" I had handed Trix the God weapon, she was out of breath and looking ragged for having almost been crushed by some horrible creature, but she looked good to an extent, me I was half deaf, my arm was numb and I had a taste of sulfur in my mouth that would not leave.
"NO NO THANK YOU." Oh also I was shouting due to being half deaf from the shot, on top of that all the hair on my arm was completely burned off. To be honest I didn't want the weapon because it was dangerous. I don't do well with dangerous (in a way I'm dangerous if you want to look at it like that), and even worse with a god weapon. That Trix wanted it was enough for me to never want to have it ever again. I didn't know if it would work again, if I'd burned it out, or if it had served its purpose. All I knew is that it was done, spent, and so was I. I wanted to be out of there so much I had forgotten my stupid horse had run off.
"Do you want any money or anything?"
"NO NO JUST LEAVE ME ALONE JUST LEAVE ME BE!" I didn't mean to shout, but again I had to to be able to hear myself, and in a way I did want to be left alone. I wanted to no longer have to deal with things and I was done in general (so my usual after having completed something moderately difficult, like if I fail at cooking something I will throw down my utensils and proudly exclaim I'm never cooking again, I'm a bit of a child for someone who has lived multiple centuries). Trix didn't fight me wanting to be done, or me giving her the pistol, she just saddled her horse (that had not run off like mine) and rode away. I did not see her again, she crossed the border back to the Red Hand territory and died somewhere I'm sure, forgotten except for these past few entries. I didn't have any issue with the Ronerawth government, I told them I executed Trix after she lied to me about trying to recover some gold she'd stolen and all was forgotten. Such is the way with governments, as long as there isn't an issue they don't care.
Things got boring for a while there, nothing happened really. The twins graduated boarding school, they went on to be a terror to the country side and were killed shortly there after (kidding, they grew old married had children of their own and actually stopped using magic altogether as frequently happened in Ronerawth). Me I continued on as the new Prince's royal whatever it was. Solving trade disputes, and dealing with really boring day to day garbage all the while knowing if I screwed up I'd be executed. Fun times those fifty years let me tell you! But things were changing, and with change comes well exile. And thats what I'll talk about next, how I got exiled from Ronerawth and wound up in Rosetia after a damn revolution! Its actually a funny story that I'll tell you tomorrow!
Post Script, I normally don't augment my entries after writing them, mainly because I'm lazy, also because I'm lazy. Wait I gave the same excuse twice, never mind, anyway, I've recently come across something from the Followers of Fire about the incident with the Abomination that would explain a couple lose threads I realize this story left. Plus I just wanted to add this to my journal because it was kind of a pain for me to get it and if I'm going to suffer something for this I want it to be marked down somewhere! This was a note from Trix to her superiors in the Followers of Fire Hiearchy, yes turns out she wasn't just some adventurer who wanted to save the world. So its just me doing that bit of stupidity.
Abomination has been dealt with, the Hand of the Fire God is now in my possession. Had a little difficulty in aquiring it. Ran across the Necormancer Trezlan, he was with two young children, initially reluctant to help our cause I was able to perusade him to it. In the future we could use the children against him should we need his services again. I'll be returning the normal way. All Praise the Fire god.
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