THE PENMAN'S BLADE (Patreon)

"Father?" 

"Yes, Child?"

"Why must I carry a blade?"

"For the world is unkind, my sweet, and the people fear us."

"But, father?"

"Yes, Child?"

"Why do they fear us?"

"Because we are the rolling storm, and the breaking tide. We are part of a greater puzzle. The people fear us like they fear the sky."

"Father?"

"Yes, Child?"

"I'm scared."

"Me too, my sweet. Me too."