by, 02-06-2012 at 11:40 AM (77412 Views)
Have you ever woken up from such a vivid dream, but then in your waking memory itís to distant to remember all of it? Patches come back, in a hazy fog of memory that seem so strong you are sure you have lived them. When I opened my eyes today it was like that for me, except I am sure that my dream was really my life before...I died.
Even now I struggle to understand what has happened. I think about the events of the day, waking on the pile of bodies, the gnomes who helped me through to Fomorous. Mostly I think about Fomorous himself and what he said to me. That I was dead and this...well of souls he made somehow brought me back. Is that even possible? Even now I feel as if I am living a dream.
Tuatha, a word that tickles the edge of my memories. Something I know I should remember but that remains elusively out of reach. They attacked us and Fomorous retaliated so that I could escape. Perhaps even gave his life for me. At least thatís what the old Fateweaver seems to think. Although I am still not completely sure about him. I wonder if his drink has more than muddled his mind. He seems to think I have no fate, even though he insists that everyone does. He doesnít understand me, canít explain me. Well that feeling I do understand. Iím not sure I can explain myself.
He sent me off to see another Fateweaver, older and more experienced. Arden was his name. But when I arrived at his home another was there, and Arden was dead. Alyn Shir. She seemed to understand, just by looking at me, more than I know about myself. She said the Tuatha killed Arden while looking for me. Iím still not sure I believe her. Agarth found me soon after she disappeared, literally, in a puff of smoke. He told me to go to Dellach, that he would meet me there and together we would unravel the mystery that is....well me.
I am back in Gohart for the night, to rest and restock before I continue on my journey. A past I can not remember and a future.....well a future Agarth tells me I am free to make my own. Fate no longer seems to hold me in her threads, and although he doesnít seem to understand why I feel as if heís encouraging me to take advantage of this chance. People have died to give it to me, people I never even really knew. The only way I know how to honor that is to do just as Argath suggests, to make my future my own.
Tomorrow I begin a journey I am not sure I am prepared for. But I have questions, and I will find answers to them. Destiny, it seems, awaits me.