My Saga Comments on self
His shoulders roll, he tilts his head, loosening muscles before stretching with a yawn. "I should seriously be more careful with these rituals...a 6 month slumber in darkness was definitely not what I had in mind", he says to noone in particular.
The man is known as Dante Lionheart...and he has returned.
"To return to the light, I had to embrace Darkness...how ironic", he mutters in a cryptical voice, a hint of his adventure . Some lingering tentacles of shadow tug at his arm, at his coat, seeking to draw him back into the dark abyss. He shakes them off though, he has returned and will roam the world of the living and awake once more. And perhaps one day he will whisper the details of his ordeal. Or even allow you a glimpse into the world he visited.
I cannot even say for sure if they are all humans, or close to it, but then again, am I myself.
Those shades for example. What are they...and why did they attack me? And mind you, they did so, on the very first day. I had to tame some savage looking beasts to fight them off, but succeeded in the end.
Still, their attacks have relented, no more do they assault me. It make sme wonder, for they did not seem inheritely evil, where those assaults not an attempt to kill me, but an attempt to aid me? How do you prepare a young soul for a dangerous world?
Do you cuddle and shield it and then send the innocent rabbit out in the field of wolves?
Or do you attack and assault it, steeling that starting knight against some of the futures that he might encounter.
I must explore this further, perhaps my memories will offer some answers to the existance of these shades.
It is truly a lovely bouquet of flavors, the good and the bad, it all serves its purpose. For with each encounter, I expand my memories with ones that I know for sure are mine. For any conclusion upon what I am has yet to be made, I don't even know where to start.
Both of them put up a valiant fight, but I prevailed, another sign that I am slowly coming to grips with my new life here in this realms
My old life still haunts me though...
A particular frightening memory was found among the many
I saw the last moments of a man, his arms upraised to the sky. A thunderous chant erupting from my ..no his mouth. His eyes lower for a moment, staring at the myriad of corpses at his feet, at the blood which soaks the ground...at the energy that flows from the death into him.
And then whatever he tries to summon...came...and obliterated him, the magical wards failing to contain, exploding in a huge fiery ball of green fire.
Is this perhaps the reason? So many souls, one ritual, could I be that sorcerer? Or is whatever he tried to summon responsible for the whirlpool as it charged through ... or am I whatever he tried to summon?
Not that I have given up on the search, but I fear I need more leads then what I have now, as well as more practice sorting through the memories. I found that drawing them to paper does seem to aid me alot, it is a way for my mind to focus and study the images of those memories.
This new found focus has already helped me, perhaps not in discovering great truths, but helped me to realize something else. I might not know what I am. But I can utilize the knowledge of these memories.
I found myself going through the stages of a ritual, a dark ritual. Perhaps not the wisest of starting points. While it was a dreadful description of an even more dreadful act, it seems to have drawn the attention of some people.
Both the ritual, as well as my memory drawn out on paper on the horrific creature that might be created where studied by several folks. It is akward, using this knowledge that is not my own, this dark mind, yet through it meeting new people.
It is somewhat akin to the same precarious balance of the scarecrow, ironic.
I was even gifted a precious egg by some ghostly appearance. Despite the clear lack of being alive, the ghost stories of my memory proved rather false, for this one was as friendly as any life person.
Appearantly I now own a drachorn, some rare mythical beast, famed for both its elusiveness and power.
It's still only an egg to be hatched though, but never the less, I shall guard it and treasure it.
Where my path leads from here, I do not know though. The lady of the shadows inquired about it, appearantly somewhat intrueged, but I could not answer about where my travels and mental ponderings would lead me next.
The offer to guide me as a mentor in these travels followed...it is an interesting offer, one that I shall indeed consider.
Another step made towards some sense of adulthood in the more measurable ways.
One of many, for my drawings seem to have given me some renown, quite often I am adressed now because of those sketches I made. It is quite a flattering sensation, though more then anyone, I myself realize my skills are not yet where they could and should be.
The fact that I am at the end of my mindpower means I have had time tot hink as well. How often do you get a honest offer to guide you from a queen?
More so even, a queen of shades ... those mystical links between this life and the dead ... those being that perhaps hold an answer to the mystery of my own existance
A queen of Necrovion, a place that by all accounts seem to be a match for my own dual nature.
So I deemed it time to take some action. Time to set aside the doubts like if I would be able to live up to the expectations of the Lady of the shadows.
Thus I set out to give my reply to her offer to become my guidance, determined to make my answer to that question impressive on it's own. Delving in my memories, tracing those of the necromancer I found what I needed. I shall not note down the details here, upon inquiry I might reveal them, but I bound myself by blood, earth and shadow.
I leaped in headfirst, no endles spondering, just instinct.
It felt good.
His shoulders roll, he tilts his head, loosening muscles before stretching with a yawn. "I should seriously be more careful with these rituals...a 6 month slumber in darkness was definitely not what I had in mind", he says to noone in particular.
The man is known as Dante Lionheart...and he has returned.
"To return to the light, I had to embrace Darkness...how ironic", he mutters in a cryptical voice, a hint of his adventure . Some lingering tentacles of shadow tug at his arm, at his coat, seeking to draw him back into the dark abyss. He shakes them off though, he has returned and will roam the world of the living and awake once more. And perhaps one day he will whisper the details of his ordeal. Or even allow you a glimpse into the world he visited.
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