No, thats not how it happened… Mr crepsley dropped. He was impaled on the stakes. He died. And it was awful… His cries as he writhed there, bleeding and dying, burning and screaming, will stay with me till I die. Maybe I’ll even carry them with me after I go.
No. You know this is wrong and you want to feel better about it. You don’t want to admit your as ruthless and monstrous as the demons you claim to hate.
If I’d known how wrong I was – if I’d had any idea of the awful night that lay ahead – I’d have run after him and never returned to that disgusting circus of blood, that revolting circus of death.
So easy to take it for granted, but this is something no normal human was made to see. The world of magic has blessed me with wonders and it’s only right to stop every now and then to appreciate it.
That’s what you taught me – we don’t have to accept destiny or Des Tiny. We can create our own future, all of us. We have the power to rule our lives – we just have to make the choice to use it.
