.”His voice trailed off and he shook his head.“He was accused of an atrocity that I could not overlook,” Olaf continued after a pause. “I sent...him into exile. It hurt me when my sister announced she would accompany him instead of staying here. His crime involved a child so I took you from them and raised you myself. Over time, I have forgotten about them for the most part. Then, today, I learned harrowing news that confirmed my decision to keep you here.”“From the soldiers of Azkoval,” Nadia. I'd like to say these stories are autobiography, and in a sensethey are. Some of what I'm writing about actually occurred, and much is extendedby my horny imagination. But then, I think autobiography is, really, fictionin the first person, based on the author's life. Who really can tell the wholetruth? Like I said, I wish this were even closer to an objective recountingof events than it is, but the embellishments, I hope, are what makes it interesting;and all of it is completely true to my. He knew that his judgment is affected, probably for the worse, yet pushed this thought to the back of his mind. If he recalled his eventful past, then he would have realized that it is not the first time he was driven, almost uncontrollably, as if possessed.It happened to him as a child, when the first Black Core drew him to it. It was easy to understand how he lost himself, back then; it was basically entrenched to his soul with him being the result of an experiment by the clone of the. Fate was, for once, on my side, my ally in this endeavor. All she needed, I theorized, was a little nudge. But the more time that went by, the harder that nudge would have to be. Since I was under a doctor's orders not to return to either ROP or my normal job, I took it upon myself to fill this idle time giving that nudge. Her and her intended needed to be put together. The question was how to do it?I knew from my long relationship with her that Anita was a real estate agent specializing in.