Tarthocas : Chronicles of the Transmigrating Scribe

Found in a tree’s bark

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Whoever reads this, I beg for forgiveness.

I ask forgiveness for what is to come—

Of the End.

I have helped in the birth of a demon.

No, not a demon...

A God.

But it is not my fault.

It never is, and never will be—

Yet still, I ask for forgiveness.

Born was I with a gift,

Destiny could I view in all.

Acclaimed I became, revered was I,

Forging alliances with my sight—

All in prosperity.

Once was I called for a foresight,

And view I did—

The destiny of a monster.

That foresight, drowned in tragedy.

Banished, but spared by the father,

I lived a renegade from then.

In disgust, people called my name.

Few more times did I foresee—

Yet of their state, I know not.

Then, once, I met Him.

I saw Him, and realised my purpose.

He granted me my sight—

But not the one I had met before.

Similar, yet different,

He would lead to the End.

A horrifying End.

Yet, obliged was I to help Him.

I gave Him the path, and He advanced.

Now, as I write this,

I can feel the approaching blood,

Wafting to my nose.

In the Boundless Sea, shall I drown eternally.

Forgive me.

Forgive me.

Forgive me.