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一切的一切，都要從羅根的手下在廣場上遇見了賈倫·沃德開始說起。
九把漆黑的槍口正在指著他的身軀，九個冷酷的衛兵正在等待號令。而他們的長官羅根，此時就站在這九人的身後，臉上露出的笑容視乎在告訴他人他對自己這番決定感到十分滿意。
賈倫·沃德依舊靜靜的站在那裡。他的機靈小心翼翼地從他的肩後探出頭來悄悄觀察著場上的局勢。
羅根穿過人群，向前走去，彷彿在通過這般行為向在場的所有人宣告 — 這是他的地盤。“你想問我什麼？還是說，質疑我什麼？”他的話語中彷彿附著著一絲絲毫不起眼但觸之即死的毒液，向賈倫飛去。“這裡不是你的家，我們不歡迎你。”
我還記得羅根在這時做出的姿態。那個對賈倫展示自己所擁有的一切財富的姿態。
所有人依舊站在那一動不動。但安靜的空氣裡似乎緊張的快要炸開。
不明所以的我拉了拉父親的衣袖，但是回應我的只有肩膀上傳來的因為父親更加用力所帶來的疼痛。雖然沒有任何聲音，但是我想任何人都能知道這種疼痛所帶來的含義：現在還不是時候。
過去的幾個月中，我一直觀察著賈倫的一舉一動，描繪著他那飄逸的姿態與靈巧的舉止。我從未見過如他一般的人。他身上似乎有一種我無法理解的特質，然而在真正見到他的那一刻，我便理解了我所需要了解的那一切。他比我們更加富裕，不是財富力量又或者是地位的那種富裕。他只是比我們擁有的更多，僅此而已。
我想讓我的父親站出來阻止這一切的發生，於是我轉頭看向他，但我立刻就意識到他不想阻止這件事的繼續，每個人都是如此，除了我之外。
當羅根大費口舌地批鬥他，嘲笑他，細數他所犯下的罪狀與身上所揹負地罪孽之時，我的目光卻緊緊的盯在賈倫腰間的手炮上。而賈倫的手，也穩穩地放在他的腰帶之上。
我還記得那把武器的重量，那是一把古樸的手炮，但他在我一個年幼孩子的手中卻顯得如此輕盈。我腦海中的擔憂消失了。取而代之的則是對他如此輕鬆舉動的理解與信任。
“這是我們的村莊！我的！”羅根的脖頸充斥著血色，血液在他的體內奔湧，彷彿帶著他那衝破雲霄的怒氣一般在他的皮膚下綻起青筋，他向眼前的這個叫賈倫的男人發出怒吼。他要利用賈倫為帕拉蒙的居民上一堂生動形象的課，一堂名叫服從的課。
但賈倫就像是驚濤駭浪中的一葉扁舟，雖然面對狂風暴雨不斷飄搖，但始終不曾受到半分傷害。簡短但清晰的聲音從這個男人的身體中發出，“夠了。”
聽到回應的羅根輕蔑地笑出聲來，畢竟此時正有九把槍指著面前的那個人，他就算是有三頭六臂也不可能同時對付九把槍。“這就是你最後的遺言了嗎？孩子？”
但下一秒種宛如雷霆刺破夜空，那人的身影彷彿一道連鎖閃電一般迅捷且奪目。賈倫向羅根的宣告與他的動作幾乎一同發生“是你的遺言，不是我的。”
等我反應過來時，一切都已經結束了，一絲帶著辛辣氣味的煙塵被我吸入胸腔，而那刺鼻的火藥氣味則指引我的目光向賈倫看去。
一縷純淨的煙霧圍繞在賈倫的槍口。
而羅根跪倒在廣場中央，他的額頭上赫然多出了一個不可見底的黑洞，就像是那凝視永恆的瞳仁。
而造就這一切的那個男人，看向了指向他的九把手槍。而隨他目光所至之處，那些槍一把接一把的低垂下去。我的餘生便在此處正式開始了 — 在短短几年的時間中，眾多生命的篇章也將在此處畫上終止符。
原文內容:
Loken's men found Jaren Ward in the courtyard where this had all began.
Nine guns trained on him. Nine cold hearts awaiting the order. Magistrate Loken, standing behind them, looked pleased with himself.
Jaren Ward stood in silence. His Ghost peeked out over his shoulder.
Loken took in the crowd before stepping forward, as if to claim the ground - his ground. "You question me?" There was venom in his words. "This is not your home."
I remember Loken's gestures here. Making a show of it all.
Everyone else was still. Quiet.
I tugged at my father's sleeve, but he just tightened his grip on my shoulder to the point pain. His way of letting me know that this was not the time.
I'd watched Jaren's every move over the past months, mapping his effortless gestures and slight, earned mannerisms. I'd never seen anything like him. He was something I couldn't comprehend, and yet I felt I understood all I needed the moment I'd seen him. He was more than us. Not better. Not superior. Just more.
I wanted father to stop what was happening. Looking back now, I realize that he didn't want to stop it. No one d id.
As Loken belittled Jaren Ward, taunted him, enumerated his crimes and sins, my eyes were stuck on Jaren's pistol, fixed to his hip. His steady hand resting calmly on his belt.
I remembered the pistol's weight. Effortless. And my concern faded. I understood.
"This is our town! My town!" Loken was shouting now. He was going to make a show of Jaren - teach the people of Palamon a lesson in obedience.
Jaren spoke: clear, calm. "Not anymore."
Loken laughed dismissively. He had nine guns on his side. "Those gonna be your last words then, boy?"
The movement was a flash: quick as chain lightning. Jaren Ward spoke as he moved. "Yours. Not mine."
Smoke trailed from Jaren's revolver.
Loken hit the ground. A dark hole in his forehead. Eyes staring into eternity.
Jaren stared down the nine guns trained on him. One by one, they lowered their aim. And the rest of my life began - where, in a few short years, so many others would be ended.
本文內容來源於《Destiny Grimoire Anthology》--Chapter 2《The Burden of Light》（由於黑盒編輯沒有斜體在此用中文書名符號標識）若想去閱讀原文請移步至相關網站購買，本文由小黑盒用戶Geneva獨立翻譯，轉載請註明，若有爭議請與我聯繫，感謝配合。