User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-27103443-20150409014955

''Silverheart's thoughts drift to yet another memory. The day his parents died. The memory is still fresh. The screeching, the screaming, the yelling, the gore, the pain, it's all still there. Fresh, always fresh in his mind. He remembered it all. It's been burned in his mind for years now. It'll never leave him. Not even after he has drawn his final breath. It makes him think. What has he done to help the world. Nothing. His throat clogs with guilt. All he ever did was make a mess of things. He shattered peace and broke promising relationships. He could have had a friendship with Golden Age, but he ruined that completely. And now, he lost her to his own brother, slipped right through his grasp. He almost killed his former lover, he gouged his own skin in an effort to dig out the pain, he was driven mad by magic out of his control. Best dark mage in ages? A false pretense. There were far more powerful. He had just been the only dark mage stupid enough to try and tap into Nightmare magic. It drove him mad, and turned him into a monster. Maybe that Shiraz saw something in him...Maybe this time...this time he could get it right. ''