A Long Wait

What seems like minutes ago I found this book. It's yellowed paged bely an age I can't date, for today's methods are foreign to me. I have decided to begin a journal during my wait, perhaps a sign the gods took pity on my plight and grant me a way to speak, even to myself. It has been a long time since I have written or read, though I carry scrolls with me. I've almost forgotten why I'm here.
What if that's why I have this book? Where did this book come from, and why was I guided to it?
So many questions and a single answer will just raise more.
My eyes grow heavy now. Perhaps I'll forget about this, or perhaps I'll start again when I wake up, the only idea of the morning I can have.
 
-Evendur Greycastle