The Path of a Walker
Introduction:
I am a Walker, this is my Path that you will journey with me on. I am the last of my kind, I am the Eighth of the Eight Walkers. I do not know what my life holds, how can I without my Sisters, all I see is the Inevitable, for that is the Path that I weave for many, I weave a Path that all must follow, they have no choice, my Life can reflect their Paths, each one unique in it's own way, I was at the mercy of my Sisters, they would weave me in my role, what they did always affected me, yet I did not see, I neglected my instincts and then they were gone, I had not seen it coming, neither did they. It was not ours to see our futures, only I had no choice, I always saw mine, everyday when I lay under the stars, in the dark and the quiet of the forest, I saw my Path, I saw where it crossed and turned, the destinations unknown, the advice unheard, I was not looking, so I did not see. I did not see when I would become the last, until it was too late. I am a Walker and this is my Path. Life can through many twists and turns but what they don't know is that Death can throw more, I should know, I am the last of the Walkers, not only in blood but in Paths, I will be the last Walker you will see on your own Path, I will walk to Death, I need to bring my Sisters back, before I too reach the end of my Path, I need my Sisters and so do you, without the Walkers the people will fall into Chaos, I know Chaos and you do not want to meet him. See even Death has humour, it's just not very funny. My name is not important to you right now, I do not know it anyway, the First Walker does and she is gone, we are a collective spirit, I feel my sisters but step by step they grow fainter, just like my foothold on this side of the Path...