不知道這是什麼? 那就先來看看這裡--->光能重擔簡介
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我憑藉著我的記憶寫下了這些內容 — 有些是我的，但不是全部。這些內容或許不會和事實完全百分百地相同，但最少它們極其接近，況且也沒有人會說別的了，所以無論出於什麼想法和目的，這都是那個我們稱為帕拉蒙的庇護所的歷史，與那短暫和平之後的恐怖。
我想起了我的家鄉，和一個關於我們終將在某一天看到的天堂的故事 — “一座即使是在黑夜也依舊光芒萬丈的聖城”。帕拉蒙並不耀眼，但他最起碼是某種避難之處。
我們在一片延伸到天際線的山脈中心定居下來。樹木繁茂的山峰像有什麼目的一般直衝雲霄。那的冬天簡直可以用嚴酷來形容，但那些高聳入雲的樹木與山峰卻將我們的身形與世隔絕。我們也討論過繼續前進的事，衝破一切艱難險阻前往聖城。但雄心壯志聊到最後也只剩下侃侃而談，我們都想這麼做，但是面前的阻力太大了。那些流浪之人來了又走，有些時候有些人會留下來，但是這種情況少之又少。
我們一幫人也沒有什麼真正意義上的政府，但是有一些大家約定俗成定下來的規則與協議。一些經過了所有人的同意並且由我們庇護所的···額，所長羅根來監督的規則。
現在你知道了······我們曾經沒有政府，不過之後就有了。我那時候還小，所以我也不知道這些人究竟在幹什麼。我記得羅根是個非常勤勞努力的人，但他還是變得支離破碎。主要是我覺得他很難過。又難過又害怕。隨著他的手指在帕拉蒙地盤上不斷地收緊，有人開始離開了。那些留下來的人們目睹了我們的生活逐漸失去色彩的過程。羅根所能給予的保護 — 從那些墮落者的身上，從我們自己同類的身上 — 讓他逐漸變得獨裁起來。
現在看回去，我覺得羅根變成那個樣子可能是因為他失去了太多 — 他自己，他的家人。但這個黑暗的時代，每個人都或多或少的失去過一些事物。更何況我們之中有些人甚至一無所有。我對我父母唯一的記憶，也只是朦朦朧朧的像霧一般漂浮在我的腦海中，就像白日夢一般，或者一點亮光，就像他們的靈魂所閃耀出的一絲火花一樣。但我關注的不是這些，他們很早很早就離我而去了，被那些渣滓一般的墮落者士兵奪去了生命。
帕拉蒙的居民在那將我撫養長大。我稱之為自己的家庭 — 自己的家庭 — 那些將我視如己出並且含辛茹苦將我撫養長大的家庭。那時的生活是很美好的。作為我唯一所能體驗到的生活來說，我的判斷一定有不小的偏差，這並不容易 — 會被那些失去的事物所困擾 — 但我仍然願意稱之為美好。
直到，當然了，它也不是我說的那般美好。
直到兩個男人走進了我的世界，一個宛如一盞明燈。至於另一個，他比我所見到過的最為漆黑的暗影還要黑暗。
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I'm writing this from memory - some mine, but not all. The facts won't sync with the reality, but they'll be close, and there's no one to say otherwise, so for all intents and purposes, this will be the history of a settlement we called Palamon and the horrors that followed an all too brief peace.
I remember home, and stories of a paradise we'd all get to see some day - of a City, "shining even in the night." Palamon didn't shine, but it was sanctuary, of a sort.
We'd settled in the heart of a range that stretched the horizon. Wooded mountains that shot with purpose toward the sky. Winters were harsh, but the trees and peaks hid us from the world. We talked about moving on, sometimes, striking out for the City. But it was just a longing.
Drifters came and went. On occasion they would stay, but rarely.
We had no real government, but there was rule of law. Basic tenets agreed upon by all and eventually overseen by Magistrate Loken.
And there you have it...no government, until there was. I was young, so I barely understood. I remember Loken as a hardworking man who just became broken. Mostly I think he was sad. Sad and frightened. As his fingers tightened on Palamon, people left. Those who stayed saw our days became grey. Loken's protection - from the Fallen, from ourselves - became dictatorial.
Looking back, I think maybe Loken had just lost too much - of himself, his family. But everyone lost something. And some of us had nothing to begin with. My only memory of my parents is a haze, like a daydream, and a small light, like the spark of their souls. It's not anything I dwell on. They left me early, taken by Dregs.
Palamon raised me from there. The family I call my own - called my own - cared for me as if I was their natural born son. And life was good. Being the only life I knew, my judgment is skewed, and it wasn't easy - pocked by loss as it was - but I would call it good.
Until, of course, it wasn't.
Until two men entered my world. One a light. The other the darkest shadow I would ever know.