Post by the names Larthin! on Jun 22, 2019 2:47:16 GMT
Torn apart over the death of my daughter, I had wandered amidst the darkness of my mind, seeking both release and comfort. A passing caravan gave me shelter during an evening storm, providing both warmth and food and drink. Tales were spun of days of yore and the plight ahead and of a land prime for the taming, sparking hope in the hearts and eyes of several, including myself! Upon expressing an interest, the word was given that in the morning, the journey shall begin!
It was a mere couple days into the journey and my heart was still heavy with grief. The caravan driver informed me of the hardships that truly await in the new land and pressed me to learn to take arms in the event that should need arise, I was prepared. Pointing to a chest located behind the seating, I was urged to find something that might catch me eye. Glancing over the various armaments, my eyes settled on a Bow. In my own mind, I sought to train and learn to use it with proficiency. Thoughts of being able to live off the land and tend to my needs as Nature see fit, I settled into the idea that this could be a place to start anew and try to move on.
..gods, grants me the attitude and will to survive and persevere..
..my child .. you will forever be mine, even in your silence...
So this will become my journal.. a place to record.. things, thoughts, happenings.. As I am becoming more aware that my thoughts are leaving me on a constant, I strive to take the time I do recall, to remember! Late at night, I find myself able to think more clearly. Is it due to this new land, or is it something more? In my homeland, I used to be a man of faith, striving to do and be the best that I could be, for my gods' sake. The will and temperance of Man held little merit to me.
As i stay here, I wonder what has become of the people I used to know.. of my wife and of my child... .. my child.. yes I had a daughter... what was her name.. Emily? Amilia? ... where is she now... why can't I find you...
The days are growing longer and my mind is growing all the shorter. Staring toward the bleakness of the horizon, I have only a chance to reflect. Winter had set in a couple weeks ago, or at least, in this place snow had fallen and deadened my crops. My horses are finding fresh grass, scarce, my building and Carpentry has drawn to a halt for the moment. It appears that someone from my past has tried to contact me, as I had - somehow - received post from my homeland.. and yet, how did they know where I was? I gave no word, no warning...
I fear that I should cut this short as my mind is growing tired... this damnable cold..
The snow has passed. the chill that was preventing me from working is gone, minus the lingering howl coming down from the mountains. The nearby beaches are providing their own threats however, bringing many visitors onto the land, none of which i wish to be acquainted with! Scorpions of immense sizes, Bears, Crocodiles - all are out to see me done in!
I must stay focused! I must stay calm! And yet, all I can think of is ... something.. someone, mayhaps? It's hard to remember at times.. the more I try, the further I seem to fall into the recesses that I have been trying to overcome.. I remember arriving here, the loneliness, the sadness, the longing to reclaim that part of my memory that eludes me even now! Perhaps in times to come, things will be different! They must be, I cannot live a life that is not my own and my demons are tormenting me to no end!