*this page was torn out from the journal, folded into a small square and placed into the hands of a young, noble soul by the name of "Astrid Miller"*
"We are created unto this world, given life for purpose to be sought. Death to only be our exit but also our reasoning to provoke dreams into reality. The opportunity this provides us comes with no price and only paves our perseverance to shape the world as we so desire. Our potential is boundless, incapable of ceasing until we cease it to our desire and satiate the dreams we hold dear to our hearts and being. Aether flows at a natural pace, existing onward, returning to the stream only to be brought out again to mold the world as it did prior. We are of no difference, we contain the ability and power to make our goals and fate come to fruition. No presence or force can prevent our boundless potential from reaching out, whether it be to men and women of Hydaelyn, the creatures across the land and sea, or simply to the dreams we deem as hopeless. There is great might in you just as there is myself, take hold of it, grasp your opportunity to prove yourself, no matter the setting. Judgement be not the reason for our decline in motives, but the reason in which we are provoked to determine our own dreams to be real. You are filled with natural talents that are yours alone and unique to offer, it is within your capability to make the world a better or worse place respectively as you see or desire. Don't condemn yourself through other like-minded dissatisfaction or to ignorance and oblivious intentions. You are who you are, and the time you spend will be ever the better for every moment you spend in proving that very sentiment. The trials overcome of your past will only bolster your ability to mold your future and manipulate the obstacles to come.
To let your dreams only remain dreams would be the true waste, let them achieve corporeal form... be the one proud to witness the realizations of your endeavors come to success!"
-Valic Sunblood
*though being torn and folded, it still seems very neatly written and folded, with a minor musk/scent of a strong willed individual with intent to motivate and enchant still about the journal-torn page*
"We are created unto this world, given life for purpose to be sought. Death to only be our exit but also our reasoning to provoke dreams into reality. The opportunity this provides us comes with no price and only paves our perseverance to shape the world as we so desire. Our potential is boundless, incapable of ceasing until we cease it to our desire and satiate the dreams we hold dear to our hearts and being. Aether flows at a natural pace, existing onward, returning to the stream only to be brought out again to mold the world as it did prior. We are of no difference, we contain the ability and power to make our goals and fate come to fruition. No presence or force can prevent our boundless potential from reaching out, whether it be to men and women of Hydaelyn, the creatures across the land and sea, or simply to the dreams we deem as hopeless. There is great might in you just as there is myself, take hold of it, grasp your opportunity to prove yourself, no matter the setting. Judgement be not the reason for our decline in motives, but the reason in which we are provoked to determine our own dreams to be real. You are filled with natural talents that are yours alone and unique to offer, it is within your capability to make the world a better or worse place respectively as you see or desire. Don't condemn yourself through other like-minded dissatisfaction or to ignorance and oblivious intentions. You are who you are, and the time you spend will be ever the better for every moment you spend in proving that very sentiment. The trials overcome of your past will only bolster your ability to mold your future and manipulate the obstacles to come.
To let your dreams only remain dreams would be the true waste, let them achieve corporeal form... be the one proud to witness the realizations of your endeavors come to success!"
-Valic Sunblood
*though being torn and folded, it still seems very neatly written and folded, with a minor musk/scent of a strong willed individual with intent to motivate and enchant still about the journal-torn page*