Many months have passed since I left the town of Red Water. Shadow’s advisor, a “Mister Randall Flagg”, has saw to spread word that I have retired. It’s completely untrue but still funny, nonetheless I will use it so as to minimize my chances of being spotted. It’s difficult enough traveling around looking the way I do, and if you add Flagg’s “gift” to me it’s dam near impossible.
Many months but yet it feels like years. I find myself sometimes, when out on the open roads, to think back of what set me on this path. I think back to those who aided me, but mostly of those that were lost. I’ve had my faith tested, then shaken, and almost nearly destroyed. But I continue on, “my” quest taking me further and further to what feels as my last stand against a coming Great Evil.
When I started my trek I was merely going off of gut feelings, instinct, and just pure random luck. But as of lately I’ve been sensing a “presence” and at times when I am asleep I hear a “voice” seemingly leading me to where I need to be, who to talk too, or help. So here I am headed to another town. Just the road, my horse Sliver, and me thinking to myself:
“Am I a man of peace or am I a man of holy war?
To many sides to me, I don’t know which anymore.
Is my life made to breathe destruction or defense?
Only god would know. I feel them somewhere here or looking from below.
But I don’t know, I don’t know.”