I was strong, that strength appeared wrong. It made me feel to over belong. Confidence from breathlessness. Over confidence could be once undoing, an end from strengthening intents yet killing with spite. Don't be too believing it makes truths stupid and lies powerful. I have taken my hunting attires and attributes, but my bow seems heavy and my arrow too short. I just used it a day ago and now it is as tho I used ages past. I was oblivious in my thinking and believed in the evitable for too long thinking it was inevitably impossible. It is said when a warrior hopes on his sword the most he losts his leg skills and when he ploys the leg skills the most he losses his sword...