The Stranger Comments on self
The reasons and methods by which I came to this land does not overly concern me. What was and what will be will come or will be revealed in time - or not, if the gods so choose it. I live only day to day knowing what I can and cannot do in this land. For now however, I set aside all questions and deal with the harsh unreality of this realm. I am only concerned with surviving - for now.
I am disturbed though by one thing which has been niggling at me. What is this pain I feel whenever I try to think of my past (or wonder if I ever had one)? Tears form in my eye and I do not know if this is because of the pain or because of something else. I feel as if I have lost a great deal more than my memory. And no, it is not because I cannot walk and I cannot see. Though blind and a cripple, somehow in this world it doesn't matter much. I can still travel and I can still see, though by what design I do not know. Regardless, I am thankful for that one blessing being in this world gives me.
I may have lost my memory and much more, still compensating for my infirmities somewhat balances things.
This scar on my neck itches though. It is deep and goes around as if somehow someone (or something) has tried to strangle me with a thin string of metal and only got halfway through. It is a miracle I lived with that deep of a wound in my neck.
Though now whether I am still alive (truly alive) is the question.
--Day 71--
I have gained access to LoreRoot. Along with that access came new, powerful, mysterious yet beautiful creatures. I have gained much experience in my journeys and with that experience came knowledge, with knowledge came understanding, and with understanding, came power. But power came with a price.
One of my "all-seeing" blind eyes has finally reverted back to being blind.
More troubling still, is the contention of everyone I talk to that I have been gone for well over a year. Upon investigation, I found out that the last anyone ever saw of me in this world was on the 70th day of my arrival. After that, everyone said I just disappeared, leaving no trace nor any sign of ever being here.
And this morning, I woke up with an aftertaste of a dream. Of a girl with flowing black hair and melancholic eyes. Her sweet fragrance lingered even after I have wakened. Her name tumbled on the tip of my tongue before being swallowed by the roiling waves of sleep-wake cycle, and when I had fully wakened, the wind had blown it away to be hidden in that unreachable place of my mind where even my own name resides.
I must have more power! Only with power will I be able to traverse this world's many mysteries and secrets which it tries so hard to hide from me. More than my name, I must know the name of that girl which has stirred the beginnings of remembrance in me.
I will go east, a land in this realm I have not explored. Necrovion -- they say it is a land of occult practices and dark magicks. Many have admonished me and warned me not to go on with my journey, saying that there are shades there who will eat my soul and sacrifice my rotting corpse to their demon god. But I care not for shades or for demon gods. Who will? When every waking thought, I am filled with pain and longing unimaginably intense. It is as if a gaping hole in my heart is sucking my very being, trying to swallow it whole. And I feel that if I don't plug it up soon, there wouldn't be a tomorrow to wake up to in this world.