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I have long remained silent. Perhaps now is the time when I may reflect upon where my silence has led me.
This time I have spent, these people I am with, what are they to me? Who have I become? Certainly, I am not the same girl I was before we set out, those scant weeks ago. Something new turns inside of me, some gear I have not felt before. After many encounters, many battles, my strength has improved, my movements become more precise, as though my body is remembering something, or discovering what it was meant for. My years on the streets did nothing compared to what I’ve picked up.
Our first week on the road, I encountered a man who made me feel strange things. He arose a mind numbing flame within me, which blotted out my sense, and left me reeling once I had recovered. Upon coming out of the daze though, I found myself very much changed. Somehow, in the shroud of the Shadow Sphere, a new growth took place. I killed him, unaware, as though it was not really me, but some mercenary under my cloak. Then came the pain. My hands, ripped to shreds at the fingertips, somehow betrayed their use. I have such claws that the meanest wolf would envy their length and sharpness. I could not stop the keening sound within my head, letting it loose from my lips as I erupted in horror at such a discovery.
How could it be? What had overtaken me? Even now, I fear there is more to discover of my own nature, hidden from me. My companions: the too pretty and naïve Prince of Gideon, Gailin; the zealous warrior, Aeric; and the compassionate cleric, Raen… they suspect evil of me. I do not blame them in the least. I fear myself. Many times in this period I have felt madness seeping in. I have lost self control, been gripped by a cold steely fist which covered my eyes to my own deeds. And yet, they appear to have taken a liking to me. Aeric, followed by Raen, has taken to calling me simply "Green," in reference to my luminous eyes and nails. They joke with me, as if I were one of them. True, I did approach Gailin in Allstone, seeking mercenary work, but I did not foresee this journey. The meaning of what we do is beyond anything I care to try and comprehend anymore. I do all I can to avoid being branded a coward, and think that perhaps I am earning my way somehow. Gailin has hard feelings toward my trade though, seeing my deeds as heartless. His motto is to help by giving all he has, whereas mine is to use what I can to better myself, or I will be of no use to anyone. We may yet clash in more than my field of sarcasm.
Ah, but I am rambling. So many details to go into. Recently acquired weaponry, dungeon raids, the finding of a race I had heard only myths about. All this in time though. For now, I am weary from a rub with a foreign plant which threatened to send me into a giggling eternity of madness. It’s amusing, that must be twice in under three weeks. Never before. And hopefully, never again. |
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| Associated Regions: Gideon |
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| From the journal of Veridean |
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Contributor: Anna Sheffey |
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