I am scared...

“Trygon Avoura, you are no priest. No are no Matser of War. You are a sad, sad child who misses his mother. You gave up Ylessa’s love for the lust of battle. And without her, there is a void left in your heart. And no amount of blood, demon or otherwise, can fill that Void”

-Rashka

(An Entry of Trygon Avoura’s Journal)

Every return to Seahaven is hard. Every time I leave it’s a joy. So many years ago I was brought down and cast aside. Only a few months ago I decided to leave and head back to sea… though what I found was not what was expected. There is a new East and the old North has returned… flowery bastard. You would think that West would have been happy to see me, no… she’s the one who delivered the message.

The Black Dot.

I’ve been marked. They’ve been spying on me! Lost control of my crew!? Lost control of myself! They barely recognized me until I slapped North across his damn face. Black John was there, King of the Pirates, I ain’t scared of much… but that fucker… Yes. To the very middle of my core…. It was his call. I told them I was a priest and life was different. Black John didn’t care.

I AM SCARED

They want me dead… He wants me DEAD. Black John. The most ruthless man in the world wants my Head. Master Save me.

No… this is not fear any longer. This is power… this feeling. It is.. it is so new! Could the master be calling me again?

The Master is quite as of late. I’ve been so occupied with getting things ready for the Church I have hardly prayed. I fear my master’s anger as well. The last Vision was like a Dream… my skrell body was sinking to the bottom of the ocean…. I felt so peaceful… a mermaid was swinging to me to pull me to safety but suddenly a black, snake-like dragon swims up and swallows me whole. Awaken is all I heard and I knew that all these spears, and lions, and whatever shit… its all wrong. My Master is a Great Black Dragon.

Death is now following me at every door. So Angery. I am being assaulted by land and Sea. I will continue to match through the Sky. There is a void in me, a hole that was ripped away when I was ripped from the Sea and they are coming to reclaim it.

Yes, I may fear black John… but there is one thing I do not fear: Death.
I’ve tasted death and I’ve been born again under my Master’s hand.
And how can they stop that which refuses to stay dead?

…. Bring it, John. Bring all your powers. Mages, Rogues, Warriors, and Dogs. Bring them to my doorstep and meet your end.

Is it still possible… that even under My Master… is it my fate to become a King?