A Journal (by Tyball)

by Tyball

He speaks to me... I can hear him. The beast.... He knows of our plan. But how?

Such wonders, such powers and such wealth he promises. But at what cost? That it could ask me to sacrifice my beloved brother. I cannot. I will not. No knowledge, no greatness could warrant such infamy.

But the seed of a doubt is gnawing at me. Did the Slasher make the same offer to my brother? Is he playing us against the other? Would Garamon even entertain the thought. No, not my virtuous brother. If he did, I would need to strike first. Only to protect myself, of course.

I must banish the doubts from my mind. They are like poison. We cannot let this fiend divide us.