My death was foretold in the grove many moons ago, i am nearing that time. Afore i go i sure would like to see the grove again and face the Trow one last time but for the first time with the amulets that protect.
They don't take kindly to personal requests, asking of favours or leaving gifts. I have, down the years made my peace with all else in the grove, i am called the taker and bringer of life. [Note the order]
A Trow just does as a Trow does, if you're unprotected he'll possess you and wreck havoc in your life. There's no getting in with them.
I am convinced that through the knowledge which has come onto me i might break the spell. A fantastic adventure or a delusion to the onlooker but for myself and through this practice it's novocaine for the Soul.
I don't know what's going to happen when i enter that place for the final time. I'll know more if and when i come back out.
There are a whole lot of ghosts for me there, aside the underworld entities there are some friends who came about death in many ways be it through hanging themselves on the trees there, being murdered, killed in battles, dying young of disease or simply wasting to the grave.
I'm the last left of a lost generation who ventured there as children were all our futures were foretold. I recall one friend crying as it was revealed all those years ago that she'd die young from cancer. She did. Peter was to be murdered, he was. And the rest........same so.
Don't worry i told them, i'll find a way back to undo it all. Whatever awaits me there may take my own life but not without a fight.
Stay well Bernadette, i need time out.

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