The Seeds of Doubt

A letter sent by Gus Potentia to the people of Rathnir

The seeds of doubt

'I have spent my life looking for answers. Yet, I fear that still, I will receive nothing but more questions to ask. My name is Gus Potentia and I am lost in a world of false enlightenment. In a world where those who dissimulate their true knowledge are to be bore above those who are to avow to their lack of guidance, their lack of teaching, their lack of hope. So we apprise those around us that we are sure of ourselves, we deceive others and, in the process we cast away what veracity we have left in ourselves.

Haldeim was explicit. He cares not. Not of our woes, not of our struggle, not of our perturbation, not of our dissimulation. He cares not, ner will he ever care. I have been at his right hand, I have been places that no mortal alive today has been. I have walked the golden hallways of his palace, seen the crystal chandelier that hangs above his deceit - and it emanates a sickening aura. I was his watcher, I was his eyes as he was too contrite in his doings to look upon his own fabrication.

For those that do not understand my past, I am the only one who could truly say this. My mind is plagued with a visage of my brother’s limp body lay in my arms as the last bit of life in him dissipates. I see my hands in blood, guilt filling me like a torrent of decay… Decay, tearing me apart, weakened by the endless torture. Maybe I am a bad person, but Haldeim is nobody to judge me. He is nobody to judge anyone that walks this earth.

I want everyone that sees this to know that I have spent an eternity in a plane unlike this. Time passed nothing like it does here. I was cast away by the Watcher Cassiath Potentia to a plane for giving up on morality, for losing myself. My eternity was spent contemplating everything there was to contemplate. I realised things previously hidden from my mind, hidden by what power? I know not. But what I did uncover. A new understanding of the world.

You want to know the truth? You think you deserve to know the truth? Why should I tell you? Why should I tell you when you have spent your lives convincing yourself and convincing others that what you perceive to be the truth is not just a perception, but instead a full understanding of a matter that none but Haldiem could truly understand. I do not present you with deceit by telling you I know the truth; for even an eternity can not bring the truth to a soul that is kept hidden from it.

They will call me insane as I dare to speak what I truly think, I do not mask my opinions or feelings. Haldeim does not care about me, and he does not care about any of you. The one who should know that better than anyone, Ferol Ven Ishtara. He is the most deceitful person to ever walk the face of the earth. Not only does he apprise himself that Haldeim is a benevolent leader. But he tries to convince the world around him of this infactuality.

The people need to know. Tell them the truth, Ferol Ven Ishtara.'