My thoughts betray me these dark and unfortunate times; things are not what they seem any more. My fiancée is cheating on me, I know of it. The late night calls and strange times in which she leaves the house only indicate this, furthered by the incessant gifts to her from “distant relatives”. It’s not the same any more. I no longer trust the words of the one that I loved.

My nature has allowed for this to happen, and happen, this will, no more. As I look out my bedroom window, overlooking the ocean and hilly surroundings, I can’t help but wonder what would have happened if things went differently, would I be awoken to the sounds of birdsong promptly at 6 am?
Would my house be situated so that the light from the sun at this point in time reflect against the mist of the waterfall below us only to create the constant rainbow everyday, providing us with a spectrum of beautiful colours. The daily visits of the cockatoo that has taken to liking my sharing of assorted crackers?

I would probably not have any of these things, yet it is difficult to imagine otherwise, as I listen to the scratching of pen against paper my mind embraces the silence, and in it’s moments, freeing all thoughts in content.

This diary is my sanctuary, my keeper of the secrets, even ones that no one will ever know… except you.

You my dear reader are the sole keeper of these stories, and that secret I must entrust to you, and to you only. For if this secret ever came to light, the world will change… And not necessarily for the better.

My real name is of no importance to be written, you know of it already. Should this story ever fall into the wrong hands I could not allow my identity to be compromised.

So I shall tell you, where it all began.

My name is: The Winged Avenger

-Roaring Fox