If it were not for these magical woods, I may have never remembered these things my butler with the white tuff down the middle had uttered often. He when I found myself in places of darkness and dread would speak to me with a calm demeanor and counsel me with love, patience and wise words that were like song to my soul. It was his voice I heard within me when I found myself with weapon, glinting in mid day sun to slay the father of my enemy. It was a moment that I may have dreamed of often if it were not for my forgetfulness. To tear the very life from my future assailant and watch his father bleed out like I watched mine. Revenge was never a thing upon the mind of this Butler. And he never went about to harm anyone. His words were like the trees that I do drink of now, but it is only at this time that they have become ever so clear to me.
I just hope that at some time I may tell him thank you for all that he has done.
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How To Survive In A Dump: The Diary of Mr. Thaddeus
FantasyHis name is Mr. Thaddeus. A young man born into wealth and prestige writes of his experiences with those who now serve under him from his own unique perspective. One that he speaks on the greatness of his own estate and himself. That is until a ver...
