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I’m in so much pain right now I can barely walk. I still don’t know what to think of Hiram’s death or how I should be reacting to any of my party members. Elana continually tries to comfort me, but her words are of little solace as part of me just doesn’t care anymore. I feel like I did the day Horus left. I’ve never really thought about it, but in my drunken stupor in seemed to make sense. When Horus left me I searched for him, and when I couldn’t find him I used Hiram to fill that hole. I was looking for a father figure the entire time. Someone to look up to. Someone to guide me. But now they’re gone. Hiram left me too, just like Horus did. I don’t even know why I’m here anymore. I’m supposed to be a king, but no one is left to believe in me. The nation I’m to rule is in ruins and I’m gods know where beneath the ground, what I’m I suppose to do. Everyone of my companions acts as if being teleported to the center of Geas is an every day occurrence. I don’t think I’m ever going to leave here, being mortally wounded and all. We had to battle some sort of guardian, some big clay monster. I took serious wounds and Amelia, Varian and Dean can’t seem to find a way to heal me magically. Normally I’d just rest to heal something like this but everyday we travel I don’t feel as if I’m getting better. I’m to the point right now where I’m about ready to give up. |
