User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-27103443-20150409122933

''Strongheart sighs. ''Fine, if I ever find out, I'll come straight to you.

''Theseus rushes after the ball and retrieves it. ''

''Silverheart sits in his old room, thinking. Well, it is no longer his room, he gave it to Strongheart. ''There's other rooms in this mansion...

''He walks up to one of the diagrams on the wall. It shows a new model of his robotic limbs, this one better than the last. ''Maybe...I should provide something to this world.

''Suddenly, pain splits through his head. ''The headaches...They didn't go away. Not in death, not in life.

''A voice faintly whispers in his ear. ''Acolyte no longer remains with you...Shattered Soul, he gives to you.

Shattered Soul? But that's Strongheart's old name. What are you-.

''The revalation chills Silverheart to the bone. ''You mean...I'm the Shattered Soul. A broken soul walking down a twisted path of darkness and malice. No, I won't accept that.

Voice: Fate chooses, you must listen.

Silverheart: Fate chooses? But I can fight Fate! I don't need to accept it!

Voice: Listen to the Voice of Fate. You are the Shattered Soul. It is your path, your destiny.

Silverheart: No! ''The lights in the mansion flicker ever so slightly. ''

Voice: Fate....Fate...The voice fades.

''Silverheart lets out a shout of rage and hurls his knife at the diagram on the wall. It digs itself into the wall, hilt deep. Silverheart walks over to the wall and sets his head against it. ''I don't want to accept it.