User:Blastedt/Blinded Ritualist

''Dwayna give me grace...

''to survive this punishment.

''Melandru give me power...

''to strike directly at them.

''Lyssa give me wit...

''to outsmart powerful foes.

''Grenth give strength,

''and Balthazar courage.

''I must be strong,

''and carry on...

''cause I know...

''I don't belong...

Here with Grenth. sung to the tune of Tears in Heaven

A lone ritualist, with his eyes bound in cloth forever more for the first time, stands wearily at the gates of Shing Jea Monastery. His dreams had come true. His various aunts and uncles forced him to be a ritualist. His dream however, was to be standing as an Elementalist, strong and proud.

Now, his eyes were bound horribly, forever more, and there was no going back from it.

Why, why, why is the world so cruel? he asks.

No one answers.

This was just a little something I made up.