I open my eyes ...
I see the blue sky...
I see the branches and leaves of a big oak tree...

I sit up and look around. There is a sword laying next to me, it's a samurai sword, yes a samurai sword...
Is it mine? ... Yes I remember ... a fight ... swords all over the place, tearing the clothes of my body, cutting me up ... Myself fighting back, killing people, overcomming the multiple enemies ... barely ... I'm a samurai ... It's comming back to me, my training, the path of the samurai ...

A few days have passed since I woke up in this strange land, I have met people I believe that can be called friends.
Today I was meditating in the Marble Dale Park with SoulRider and LuminousDream when we saw here.
A beautifull young girl called sasha lilias, only 18 summers have passed since she made the world a more beautifull place. She was so shy when she entered the square, so shy she drew my attention. As she gazed into my eyes I felt her tender fingers take grip on my heart and felt how she pulled me towards her. It took a while, but for me it was like a glimpse of a second before she kissed the scar on my face that iself find so ugly.
Thats when it happend ...
A memory, a memory of a wive and a son, both feared to be death. The reason i ended up in u strange land, barely alive, with nothing on me but torn raggs and a samurai sword.
I had to break her heart, the girl i mean, I had to break her heart. We cannot be, she is young beautifull with a whole life in front of her. I am a young but damaged samurai, with a future that is already damaged by his passed. I will seek back my passed, I will find back my memory.

Day after day I see her again, I told myself it could not be. But I feel I am falling in love with Sasha. SoulRider keeps pushing me and telling me to talk to her. After, what I think was a hint, getting told she was going to the archives to read, I followed her. There it happened, we finally talked, I told her my true feelings, we kissed. But it was not meant to be, as quick as she kissed me, so fast was it over. I went into a warriors rage. I woke up drunk, covered in blood, and smelling like cheap wiskey. So far goes my lovestory, the gods have punished me, I am not here for my own pleasure. I am here to protect the innocent!

(Under construction: Story develops as I play)