I have been here for a decade, but one day i must leave, spread my dusky wings and fly once more over strange lands and alight once more in some alien place... Did i call this place my home? No... there is no place upon the earth that is my home... for i am the last. No family, no kin, no people, no history... The last... Is there no friendly faces, beloved ones to call my own? No... no one... But i shall not despise the world and its people in my loneliness. What would be the point? when i am gone there shall be nothing left to mark my passage, and i shall fly on, to another place, another city... and see all those cold unfrendly faces once again... For i am the last...
Fugue the Raven, Last of the Shadowcast
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