Today has become a dark day.
A darker day than any other day.
Each day, I feared for the lives of these orphans. The children seemed to be more on edge. So on edge they'd have nightmares about these creatures attacking them for no reason. It must be the Prince of Shadow Wielders.
I can't say for sure.
All I know is that the day grows darker.
The birds have stopped singing.
The flowers began to wither.
The clouds grew darker.
The thunder has grown louder.
All of the peace I've had has stopped.
Today is no longer a beautiful day.
Today has become a dark day.
Crows caw.
Flowers wither.
Storms are raging.
Children are hiding.
On days like those, shadows of darkness like them, should be burning in the roaring flames of hell.
None are safe and none are restless.
All is no longer at peace.
The prince of the shadows has arisen.
And I will fight no matter how many years it takes.
I'll make sure that they all learn.