May 22, 2004 The Eulogy of a Writer And so, as is customary in these stories, they lived happily ever after. Or did they? Why should I tell you what to think happens? I do not know, so why not let you chose for your selves, will Amaya make a good queen or will the country end in ruin? The story it self does not truly end, there is always some lingering question about what might have happened, a lot of what ifs. It's true that this story is simply a parallel, after all, all writers write about something they know. The power in writing comes from taking a situation and changing it to your liking. You have complete control, over what a person will say, do, and think. You have the ability to kill someone, without getting caught. Thus lie the problems. Writing is dangerous, just as every profession is. It doesn't need to make you physically bleed, but it can hurt you just as much if not more. Writing clouds your mind, it becomes hard to tell what is real and what is fiction. What you want to happen can happen when your in control, but when you come out of your world you learn what you want can't ever happen for reasons better left un-discussed. Thus I leave you with this, the Prophecy, as my last story, my last attempt. I must say I thoroughly enjoyed writing and it was lots of fun to watch as you, the reader, tried to place the pieces of the puzzles together. I'm sure you all think I'm insane and perhaps you're right, who am I to judge? Who am I, indeed? Consider this the prophecy of the future, because I do not know how this story will really end. It shall not, well, most likely will not end the way I intend it to. I leave with some advice, alas not my own, but that of someone much wiser than I. A long time ago, at least that's what it seems, I was told to "follow every dream, and don't doubt yourself." Essentially, don't loose something, because you're scared to fight for it, don't let something go, because it's the easiest thing to do, and don't not take a chance, just because there's risk involved.