Excerpt from Chapter One: A Great Journey
Well... I've committed. I've stained the first lines of words onto these bound pages. What was empty possibility is now destined to fulfill a purpose my pen has decided. The words are permanent records of consciousness transcending through time and changing histories.
What confession would be worth the space these words now inhabit? What variance of sounds and letters would justify the effort to write, and read, and remember them? What could I possibly write, other than that which occupies my heart?
Though it might sound foolish or juvenile, there is one confession that urges me to give it refuge within these pages. One thing burns in my heart; therefore it must be significant. My brothers, Fasime and Oman, are more important to me than any riches or rights my title may afford me.