Dear Diary,
I awoke this morning to find that the grief I had late last night was softend by my heart thismorning. I spent most of last night awake but I suppose somehow I managed to sleep.
Yesterday I reacted hastily in response to Gi’Ames. I tried to speak with him and gather all of the information that I could but he fled, even after Gaiden and I requested that he stop. I managed to catch him and nearly tackled him to the ground. He told us of our companions and in my fear and frustration I hit him. I blamed him at first but in retrospect I see that we were both wrong. I don’t think they are dead, at least not D’Ellis. I can still feel him in my heart. I know that sounds crazy, perhaps its some sort of denial but I really don’t think that’s true. I just don’t know what to do. Gaiden and I cannot go down there alone. I’m just so torn. Do I follow my heart and risk Gaidens life to save D’Ellis or do I wait? I am afraid to risk our lives just to feed my peculiar intuition.
Perhaps our safest course of action would be to wait for Gi’Ames to return. He will hopefully bring troops or at the very least supplies. Then again, he may not return at all.
For now I will wait and watch the lands. If G’Ames doesn’t return in the next few days then Gaiden and I will decide what do to.
However, there is still something calling me home. There always has been. Is it my guilt and fear playing tricks on my mind or is it HIM? Only time will tell I suppose. I will try to continue shaking these feelings; it is all I can do.
Your Humble Servant,
Vitriol
Dear Diary,
Today I awoke in the early morning darkness. The sun had not yet begun to rise and the chilling air greeted me with its enveloping embrace. I laid for a while on my makeshift bed, running my fingers through the grass, and waiting for the sun to make its first appearance.
Later, I went about picking herbs and making breakfast until Gaiden awoke. We ate a quick meal and decided to head off to Edelemyra. We had been scouting the area near the hollowed tree for some time. The opening was ordered filled in and since then there had been no activity.
On our way to the pool we were met by Gi’Ames and his new companion, a wolf named Wind. He returned empty handed but he returned nonetheless. I apologized for my former actions. He seemed to understand but there was something strange about his response, I just can’t put my finger on it.
Edelemyra was quiet, nothing out of the ordinary…that is until D’Ellis, Tekhtarast, Ethir, and Gillion were thrown from the waters nude and understandably dazed.
I am so relieved that my suspicions were correct. They were indeed alive and they seemed to be in good spirits. They were gone for nearly three weeks and yet they acted as if it had been only a few minutes since we last saw each other. I explained what had happened. I tried to hide the rush of emotions that I was feeling, given their current state and the past set of occurrences but I didn’t do such a good job. While trying to console D’Ellis he ended up caring for me more than I did for him.
At this time the blue Lady again showed herself to us. She was obviously unhappy with the desecration of her pool.
After all of our catching up was done we made camp. Gi’Ames and Gillion went to try to get supplies from the Darkwood and the others recuperated from their journey. Hopefully this time Gi’Ames will be more successful in his journey. We are indeed grateful for his assistance. His eagerness to help is still strange for him however. His faith and trust is remarkably strong. I just hope he doesn’t loose that.
I’m sitting now in a scene that I know and love. I write to you in the wee hours of the night, my book illuminated by the dying embers of the campfire, watching D’Ellis sleep. I am relieved and overjoyed that he is safe but still one thing plagues me: it’s the scar under his left eye, I forgot it in the picture I drew of him the other day.
That could be the one thing that I fear most: forgetting. Memories die slowly. They distort and grow thin until something you once held so dear is only a passing dream in the night.
I can’t even remember my fathers’ voice. How could I forget something that I was so close to every day? How could I have forgotten D’Ellis’ scar? I remember it now of course and I remember now the time, not to long ago, at the Norben Brotherhood where he told me of how he got it. If I never would have seen him again would I have remembered?
That scares me. What happens when no one remembers anymore? My face, my name, and my deeds will someday be lost to time and the uncontrollable decay of our memories.
I suppose this is why I write in this book; not for some vain form of self-preservation, but to remember the ones I love. I was robbed of my memory once and I don’t want it to happen again. I love this life to much.
Tonight I will be the one to think of the lost; all the people who since the start of time were forgotten. I will be the one to remember.
Goodnight my friend.
Your Humble Servant,
Vitriol
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