I traveled a long way to reach Curmeah. In fact I’m surprised I was able to hold myself in the air for as long as I did. You would think that I was of the Nomads for such a silly stunt. In fact, in retrospect, I should have consulted with Jezi’al before leaving. I’m sure he could have made the trip much easier. Oh well, hindsight is always better than foresight.
I cannot believe that I am doing this again. Leaving my peers for an adventure. I have had the urge burning in the back of my mind for such a long time that it was bound to happen. I just wish I had more support from the council on this one. They treat me as if I’m a pup sometimes. You’d think that they’d have learned by now that age is not always the best indication of wisdom. It matters not though. This is not the first time I’ve gone against their wishes and most likely will not be the last.
I had to go though. They could not understand. They did not have the dream. They did not see what I saw. Feel what I felt. It was not the first time that I had touched the plane of dreams while in my reverie. It was the first time however that I has been pulled into it against my will. It was strange though. I was not frightened at all. The whole time I knew I was supposed to be there. In fact it was there that I saw it.
There was no one to tell me its name, but I immediately understood what it was that I had seen. It was a fragment of the Crystal Tear. I do not know how I knew this, or how I put a name to it, but I did. In fact I saw six of them converging, lines drawing them to different points. In the background I saw the figures of six individuals, shrouded in shadows, one of them was fading from view. One of them was already barely there and they were in trouble. They needed help.
I awoke soon after to Uraj, luring me out of the dream. He seemed rather concerned.
Soon after I spoke to my peers of the occurrence, they all thought it was rather strange, but nothing to be of any concern. They seemed to think it was the embodiment of my subconscious, trying to tell me stories of secret wishes and wants.
It was more than a dream though.
I spoke with Primus on it, as he was at least impartial. After listening to him for hours, telling stories, he told me that I should do as I knew I wished. He also told me that what I sought was in Curmeah. I do not know how he knew, but he always seems to know more than any creature, let alone a construct should ever know. So I left, in the night. I haven’t left the ruined city since I came here 35 years ago. And while my peers, and the council itself, may feel that it is best that the traveling be left to the Nomads, I do not.
Had I not defied them in the past, who knows what the state of the world would be in now. In fact, there may not be one. So I must follow my best judgment again.
I can feel that whomever I am searching for is but a few hours to the north. No reason to continue any longer tonight though. Better to rest while I can. Who knows what I’ll find tomorrow. |
