It’s funny to think that I’ve wrestled with calling anyone “uncle” and to give people a place in my heart. In the past I’ve freely given titles to underserving men. I’ve given some people positions of importance and power in my life, only to realize that their loyalty is nothing but an act of lip service. But I have realized that I can not spare myself from pain by isolating myself and putting up shields.
I have signed up to serve in the Narnian Army under a man named Peridan. As far as I can tell the man is wise, patient, trustworthy, and he gives orders with a tact I have only seen in a few great masters back home. He seems to be a deeply respected man. Other members of my unit see him as a beloved guardian, and father like figure. Only time will reveal the true character of this man.
I must give this Peridan credit, he is a suave dresser with an great eye for detail. As of this moment, his mannerisms, eloquent speech patterns, and his thoughtfulness would hardily indicate any kind of brash, cruel, or dark nature laying behind a mask. But I of all people should know, men can be deceiving. I long for nothing more than to believe that this Peridan is a guardian at heart, for he is trusted by King Peter. I do confidently trust King Peter’s ability to select leaders with the intention of keeping his people and country safe. But I can not quell my fears of betrayal for they lingure like the charred remains of stone walls in Pittsburgh.
For now, it is imperitive that I remain detatched from accepting anyone based on the well-intentioned words and observations of others. Trust will come when it is earned.
Forgive me for sounding so cynically hard hearted, but I can not allow myself to move forward without caution. My honorable masters have taught me to survive based on instinct and being able to read into other’s auras.
AJ Liberty ((first encounter with Peridan))
I realized something today: that if I were to deny Peridan my trust after what happened, I would be doing him a major injustice and disservice. I’ll explain……
Jacen and his men intruded upon Peridan’s office demanding to know where I was. He could have handed me over to the cruel intentioned Sith but for some reason he didn’t. Jacen ordered, demanded, and threatened Peridan’s security but the man stood his ground refusing to give in.
The man wasn’t even going to tell me about his encounter with Jacen. The only way I knew that he had seen the Sith is the fact that I discovered a few of Jacen’s button’s lying on the ground. I’d know them anywhere; considering I’ve had been involved in more arm to arm combat with the so-called-prince than anyone else.
I think I can proudly call this man “my uncle”. I know now without a doubt that I can follow Uncle/ Master Peridan into battle. He has earned my undying respect and loyalty. To anyone who questions his authority, be advised you will not only deal with the forces of Narnia, but myself as well.
For now, it is nice to have someone completely worthy of being called “uncle”.
Yes, my diary entries are a tad on the rambling side. This can be attributed to my lack of adequate rest. I promise I will do my best to follow Master/ Uncle Peridan’s orders. What ever they may be; well….all his orders except for the prohibition of my coffee.
Note too self: If uncle Peridan tells me something is none of my buisness…. keep on him and don’t let it drop. Letting it drop will result in a cover up of some kind; at least when Jacen is involved.
