Where do we go from here? We are together both day and night in every quarter and in every season our union bonded inextricably by the Blacksmith
One who has invoked this phase of uncertainty has caused the infernal army of Hannibal to live and wage war with sharp and heated steal within
Through you he has imparted a curse and a blessing that i cannot as of yet fully comprehend
As we are initially thrust together, your presence is suffocating
I can neither breathe nor think, virtually immobilized by your sisters embrace
She ensures that hesitation and mistrust will be a constant companion upon leaving the Forge
In the two of you self-doubt is manifested a thousand fold and mirrors my reflection in every direction
But in chaos you endeavor to instruct my growth and development as I fight against you at every turn resisting all overtures
It is much too soon to give ear to your guidance much less understand it. For now, subsisting on the rawness of you is more than I can bear – nothing else exist or matters
Father promises that I will come to accept you and your wisdom but employing Patience is essential
His sanguine words falls upon deaf ears as it is a cost I am unwilling to incur but certainly one that cannot be avoided
But within the deep recesses of my psyche, I perceive another anvil lies waiting anxiously on the horizon and that your exasperating lectures must be endured if i am to survive the next encounter
For now, I ask once again, “Where do we go from here?”
Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi