Too many

Too many lives has been lost, it’s not their fault for being dragged into this. They don’t know who actually was at fault for destroying their symbol, and they needed someone to blame, that’s why they chose me and my brothers. We are easy targets and the peoples rage needed to be diverted somewhere. I understand them, I can see where they are coming from, it’s very easy to blame the charlatan, the wizard, the one who toys with magics that he doesn't understand. I hope no one else was in that tower, and i don’t understand why they would but the ball in the bag as i instructed them not to do. All they had to do was to listen. I would have been in the ball for a very very long time maybe, but at least the monument to their greatest saviour would still be there, the mind easily buckles under pressure, but i expected more of them, i’m greatly disappointed, in how they handled the artifact without me. I know Vulpes knew the risks of playing around with a toy of that power, yet still he didn't stop them. So many weeks in that cell just looking at nothing, and I only really missed my friends, just being around them talking, laughing about dumb jokes. Riding at the speed of sound through the forest, that’s what i thought about, and that damn rat. I thought a lot about that fat rat running up the stairs, truly a memory that could steel my mind against the coming future. Just huffing and puffing all the way up the stairs, i like that rat.