The Fog Of Memories

My memories... The fog... That buzzing of the lightning fast things (Buzzing... -Snaps fingers- Speech! That's what it's called... I think...) that pass me everywhere I go... Where am I?

Parting Fog, And Questions Of Insanity

Ahhh... The fog, it's clearing... I'm still not sure what's going on, all this hustle and bustle around me when I seem to be moving so slow, but snipets of the high speed conversations do reach me. But I'm afraid all that has done to me was confuse me more... I feel like a drunken man, who is suffering a bad concusion. I know I can't sleep, but I must tred more carefuly then I'm afraid I am able to, to stay concious. It's like the world around me is moving at speeds so fast that they are dizzing, while I am slow. I seem to be speeding up though, the world is going slowering, and the conversations not the annoying buzz that it used to be... It makes me wonder... Am I going insane? Like all this land seems to be? Or was I insane before? I'm just confusing my self more now...

Growing Power And Ideas Of Identity

Each day I grow stronger, wiser, and a little faster. These creatures that pass me by are becoming clearer, and while some are strange, I hold nothing but curiosity for them. How they come in different shapes, sizes, and forms! I see some simularity in them, that look simular to how I look. Odd, I should study this more, maybe I might find out what these things are... They seem peaceful... Well some do, others are very war like but with a strange sence of honor and pride. I am lately also becoming to more and more notice my self, as if my image is growing structure and form. I think I should also note that in the future.. Good thing I found this book, or I fear I would be greatly lost.... It is a thought that I shudder at.

Boredom, A Dreadful Enemy

I am quite sorry to say that as of lately, I have been beseiged by this strange feeling of apathy... I wish to do something, but my own feelings create the chains that keep from down. I have grown stronger, and now know much more then I did prior to obtaining this book, that has become my journal. But all that has done was make me wonder... "What next?" What shall lie in store for me later, shall I try to speak with these strange creatures? I can understand them... Well mostly, at times I just draw a blank... With each fight, I grow stronger, but what then? Is that all there is? The fighting? Is that all there is to this strange life I am living? I hope not...

Discovery Of Identity

Through much speculation, I have figured out that I am quite simular to these creatures I see around me, and they too share the same ability to control other creatures. I wonder, am I one of them? ... I have found out something today. My name. I have wondered these lands for a while, but never really found out what I am called. Xanmyral. I am not sure where I got this name, but it just sort of came to me out of the dark reaches of my mind... I wonder what else hides there... What should I call these creatures? Some name should suffice, but what? I should think about that later, for no name comes to me momentarily. They all seem different, but all have simularities... Some are ruthless, some are peaceful, some are wise, and others about as smart as a rock... Their physical features differ as well, from the... Would it be called normal? To the outlandish. They all share the ability to summon and control other creatures, as am I... The answears I seek are close, I can feel it.