User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-7562999-20150129210123

The note reads:

Dear Golden Age,

''Today I sit here, writing with ink in the back of a very old, very valuable book. I'm writing this note, because I know that I will not be able to deliver this to you in person. By the time you get this I wll be long gone. I know that by tomorrow I will be in the morgue, just a feeling I have deep in my gut. I was looking at my shelf of books this morning, pondering something. That night, it seems so long ago, when we read Shakespeare and Sun Tzu...My eyes fell on this book, one I haven't touched in years. I dusted it off, and I read it for the first time. You're right, it is pretty good. Still prefer Hamlet myself, but I'm not here to state opnions. I'm here to explain something. A decade ago, I began studying a forbidden dark magic, a dark magic that would drive any normal mage mad within only weeks. Thanks to my experience in dark magic, I held out for almost ten years. Almost. Slowly the power I possessed ate away at my morals and replacing them with its own, making me more and more unfeeling. I've had good days....and bad days...Morals that drove me to try and kill the entire populus, morals that drove me to almost kill you in your bedroom, morals that drove me to almost burn to death that businessman, morals that I have tried to supress. I fear that by tomorrow I will be completed lost to the insanity and the nightmares. Just long enough to write you this. Long enough to finally state exactly how I feel. ''

''I remember about five or six years ago, I was out on the town with two of my best friends (God rest their souls). We walked past a kiosk selling magazines and who did I see on the cover? You. My male friend snickered and made some rather...obscene comments. My other friend, a mare, smacked him right across the face. I wish you could have been there, you would have laughed. Me? I stayed absolutely silent. Whilst my friend only saw you for your looks, I saw more in those eyes. I saw a mare that had more to offer than just her beauty. Luck would have it, years later I meet you. It didn't matter, I had fallen in love six years prior. I guess I went at it the wrong way, the insults, the arguements, trying to kill you, not exactly inviting for you to go out for coffee. Then, at the resort, when I tried to fix your emotions...I shouldn't have even tried. Love...it makes us weak. It leaves us vunerable to foes. You don't need to love anyone to be strong, Golden Age. You bring enough strength yourself, you don't need anyone else to provide it for you. That is something I could never say about myself. ''

''Now...one more thing...never let anyone put you down or call you worthless. I know you are subconscious about your worth and your power. I was inside your head remember? I didn't help much in life, but maybe I can make sure it doesn't affect you after my death. Just...don't do anything foolish...Just stay strong and carry on. Never, ever, falter...Because the moment you do, you are already lost...''

''-Silverheart. ''

PS: Oh yeah, sorry about the pillows...I got all of the stolen ones in the wash right now...They'll be returned in due time....

Gabriel: Sounds fair...

Outline: Because I can't trust you with it.

''Thunder Wing finally reaches the rhino's head. ''FINALLY! ''She places her paws over Diamond Dust's eyes. ''

Diamond: I can't see!

Thunder: That's the point...

''Diamond Dust runs around blindly until she finally slams into a pillar, cracking the pillar and knocking her out cold. ''

''Thunder Wing deftly leaps off the rhino and sits in the middle of the arena, licking a paw. ''

Thunder Wing: Like your skin, that was a little...She slips on the shades again...rought YOOOOW!

''Snowy facepaws again. ''

A speaker in the arena: Diamond Dust is unable to battle! Thunder Wing wins!