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Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Owakeri's Autobiography - Entry 22

Well then, read over my journal and seems... not only were things really fucked up, but someone was feeding me a few "half truths". Scammers the lot of them. It makes me so proud.

Yeah, okay, I killed my brother in a fit of rage... someting I never told anyone. I also never told anyone that he kinda stuck around. Who's going to believe me, right? "Yes, hello, I'm Owakeri Brightmoon, I'm being haunted by the ghost of my brother whom I murdered for killing half our tribe and telling my wife that me and the kids were dead, telling the kids that mommy and daddy were dead and sending them off to Earth Mother knows where, then marries my wife and starts up a new family with her." Not really the most believable bedtime tale... and it ends with me commiting a murder, so yeah.

Turns out Viho (the's the brother) paid attention while I was learning Druidism. Learned a few tricks of his own, he's what the Circle would call a "Dark Druid" except he doesn't have a body. He figured... "oh hey, why don't I take Owakeri's? and while I'm at it, why don't I hurt his family some more?" Cause, you know, screwing me out of my first ever family, taking away the one woman I ever loved, letting my kids get raised by Earth Mother knows who... no, that wasn't enough.

So he took over, left me a tiny corner of my own brain so I could watch him torment my children (and my wife, oh the things... not getting into it). I watched him tell Lindiwe how disappointed he, I, was in her. I watched him tell Ameyah she was useless and would never amount to anything. I watched him manipulate the carnies like stirring a hornet's nest with a stick. Then, to add salt to the wound, he played the perfect part of the delapitated old man losing his marbles. So many people hurt while they watched "me" lose my mind.

There were a few times though... once was on the bridge in Thunder Bluff. Tomahna and Lindiwe were fighting, over me... and how to "fix" me. Viho was distracted with how they even knew he was there... I was able to tell them to stop fighting, that family comes first. Viho taking my body back gave me a heart attack... no really, heart stopped beating for a bit and everything.

If I'm completely honest with myself, and I never tell a lie that I can't back up, I'd have to say I'm going through some weird kind of mourning. Sure I killed Viho decades ago... but he's also been a constant companion, okay, haunt, for all these years. Now he's gone and I finally have my head to myself again. It's lonely in here!

I also sort of.. maybe... might, kind of, feel responsible for the hurt feelings folks got out of this whole deal. Have some making up to do I guess.

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