"I think myself to be a person who is good and just I hold myself to that of a knight of great chivalry and truth While under my armour I find myself a small boy made of twigs, my pompous lies echoing off of cold steel, wracking my frail body. 10.I think and tell I let friends into myself, past my armour, my rotting hull. I tell myself they’ve let me into them, when I know I’m fabricating false factualities. I tell them of grand plans and great times, loaded with lies, lies plugging holes in moments I've nearly completely forgotten. I use my armour to shield my comrades, much to how it shields my shadow. I see rays of light gleam through the slits, the openings, the cracks, of my armour."

Description: Gaberiel A lousy excuse of a knight of the Templars