Tragedy of Duty

I look upon the glass and duty is all I see.

Dear readers, my entry for this week is more personal than I am accustomed to. Since a certain catastrophic incident last year involving a dimensional spell gone awry, during which my then-wife and I and several others who were present, suffered mild temporal displacement and a complete loss of shared history, I have been an unmarried man, living in heartache. Of course I found my ex-wife and tried talking with her, but she could not remember, as I did. I was nothing more than a stranger.


I've always been a distant and anti-social type of a man, focused only on duty. But loosing my wife, through fault of my own errors, had a traumatic and lasting effect on my ability to associate or mingle sociably with others. I worry that I may bring harm to them, or even, that I do not deserve companionship. Furthermore, the nature of what I do brings a certain height of risk, the risk of pain, endless worry and even death. I convinced myself that a hunter of evil, a hero, cannot live for himself, but only for the protection of the world.


To facilitate my need to try and save everyone, I joined a larger force. I joined the Ultimate Guardians. But even then I could not open up to others on my team. Of course I tried. I made myself seen to be mingling, said all the right things, did everything expected of me, went through the motions. But inside, I was lonely. Always busy doing the only thing I did best; expelling demons. That's when she found me. Alexxia Moon, who would force me to see the world with new eyes, and force me to meet the some one new... Tavia.