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20 Amit Bobrov

The Journals Begin

Dear Diary,

If you are reading this, then I fear the worst has come to pass. I
have set off to fight an old-world monster of untold wickedness,
and presumably failed. With this journal, I would like to tell you,
my anonymous reader, about me. By no means do I profess to
be the all-knowing sage. I shall not pretend to hold the secrets

of life or even the wisdom of the ages. Though I have lived
long, I have not always lived wisely. This journal for me is an
end to a long odyssey… a story of how I grew from a frightened
and angry orphan, into a mythical figure, both frightening and
revered.
My name is Raymond Brooks — at least that’s the name I go by
today. My original name — my birth name, was Adam. I’m about

six feet tall, very strong, with an athletic build, brown hair and
brown eyes. I look like one of those people you wouldn’t want
to come across when you’re alone at night, though I’m always
polite and sociable. I live in one of the smaller settlements in
Israel now. For me, it is a retirement, a closure for a very long
and bloody story.