Diary Entry: My Last Words
It is with trembling hands and a cold heart that I transcribe this last note.
I am Unione, of The Lost Tribe of Stale.
Our group set out three weeks previous to escape the conflict in the valleys when the darkness came, and we have been wandering since to escape the darkness even further in the hopes to find a new place in which to live and rest until our brothers and sisters have destroyed the darkness which has sought to inflict us. One week previous in time, we first reached the foothills of the mountain slope of Gern Darul, and from there we ascended the peak of the mountain Gig Boram and continued east along the paths that we found most suitable to escape the worst conditions of the storm that had settled upon us during our journey. We ascended one last peak before reaching level ground. This peak was Gan Boldor and it's sister Hanolur, and we marked both as places on our map which might become of interest for hiding should the weather only worsen and face us with the option of stopping and waiting out the storms until safe passage is permitted to us. It is now the end of that week and two later days followed, and I have found myself near the peak of indeed the greatest and most dominating mountain summit that I have ever seen before or since my brothers and sisters - of my tribe or any associating other - in my entire life to this day in time. I am trapped here, I am cold and alone, and I fear that I may not make it until my group reaches me in our attempt to reach the valley between the mountains in our desperate search for refuge. The wind howls strong but thin here, and the air which I breath scratches and claws at my lungs, throat and mouth with every passing moment that I continue to draw breath to breathe. The sun shines brightly here though, offering me views of the mountains and valleys that were my home, and I see for the first time the majesty of the world created for us by the gods of our world and their efforts to make for us the perfect haven in which to live for eternity under their watch. I see the endless cotton fields of clouds that give rain and shade to those far below, and I see the true majesty of the mighty and ancient Gyrasil who's eye watches us from her throne within the heavens. She is watching me now and studying me from every reach she can find, and I in my weakness cannot hide a single hair or skin or extremity from her sight no matter how hard I try. I believe this is the truth of the frailty of Humankind, and that even on cloudy and dark days she watches us and examines us like ants foraging for food under the watch of their predators and those who also peacefully study them as the gods to Humanity.
I am losing the reaches of my mind here in this cave, and the wind grows ever colder. I traveled here with our leader Fekheir Kusto, and his wife Mishah Mussa and their son Beo who led the journey. The Vijald family; Nor-Kiof the father, Terno the mother and Lalro and Ka the daughters. The Yao's; Miay the son and Lui the mother. Myself, Unione, the only survivor of my family. I have no last name. Those who follow me are the Lionbeards; Hergon the husband, Thiche the wife and an uncounted child supposedly to be born of wedlock. Then there are the lone few, Cehre Sadz, Pue Nei, Dia Yei all of whom are men, Ka Kirkiz, Furvar Ruvv, Shah Ranun, Nok-Mioth Sakdeb and finally our Sage, Xao Due. All these are female, and are unmarried and have no surviving family from our home.
I fear all have been lost on the mountains as I have not seen them since I departed our former resting cave some miles below and to the west. I fear they have been lost in a bank or have fallen from the mountain in their own attempt to make to the summit below which I have also found myself. If they have made the summit and found the valley, I will surely be left behind. I have proven myself worthy to have come this far with the strength of the gods and the courage of my companions, but I fear that at the most dire time that I have run through my supply of this strength and courage. I have attempted only once to make summit and have failed, losing my provisions in the process.
I pray now to Hosios-Dyn, the great God of Creation. Take my soul and harbor it in heaven for your glory and the proclamation of I and my companions' journey to freedom. Hide me from the death of the world and keep me by your side. I pray now to Dybrus, to have her eternal and bountiful mercy upon me and the failings I have committed to myself and those with me in life and on this venture through the lands of death amongst the great open skies of our home. I pray now to Idite to supply me with the justice due my innocent and pure soul upon which I have placed no blemishes. I pray now to Pitos, to guide me through death's gates and to provide me with the path to the heavens. I pray to Ether to provide me with eternal night and rest from my wears and pains. I pray to Vezmus. Stay your winds and the cold, endless breath from your soul. Let me warm in death and feel the chill no longer of these desolate mountains and their airless heights.
I pray to you, whomever may find and read this ancient text preserved by the gods and this unable crown high above the land that you may not take the risk and the chance that I and my companions did. Come to this mountain not to ascend it's heights and claim them and the heavens as yours, but to revere and honor the gods who have created this world and every expanse therein and beyond the place where I will rest. Do not challenge their might as I have. Succumb to them and understand that here, in this place, nothing can tell the tales of the majesties of heaven without first stepping into them and living to return and to tell the stories of that which cannot be seen or heard or sensed by the endless frailties and fragilities of our broken Human vessels - or others to which you may belong - and the singular moments of life that we have been given in which to use them for our own purpose and that of serving the gods.
I pray to you, readers, that the gods may give you peace and strength and courage to ascend this mount and to see the beauty of the world that I have.
It has become colder, and the sun is rising beyond my perch. I would like to see it one last time before I leave this mortal chain and it's locks for the freedom of the heavens and their eternal visage over the world which I am leaving behind. I write this last note to whomever may find it, to proclaim that I, Unione, have perished and have been the first surely to reach these great heights above the land.
Be better than I, and come ready for the journey. Be better than I, and do not fear what comes. Be better than I and do not falter from your course or those who have come alongside you with the same ambitions and fire in their minds. Be better than I, and do not allow the darkness of the world to cloud your mind. Keep to your paths and do not stray. I have done so, and with my life I pay the price. The ultimate price. With my last breaths, I write this passage. I write this: My Last Words. Unione, of The Lost Tribe.
I am Unione, of The Lost Tribe of Stale.
Our group set out three weeks previous to escape the conflict in the valleys when the darkness came, and we have been wandering since to escape the darkness even further in the hopes to find a new place in which to live and rest until our brothers and sisters have destroyed the darkness which has sought to inflict us. One week previous in time, we first reached the foothills of the mountain slope of Gern Darul, and from there we ascended the peak of the mountain Gig Boram and continued east along the paths that we found most suitable to escape the worst conditions of the storm that had settled upon us during our journey. We ascended one last peak before reaching level ground. This peak was Gan Boldor and it's sister Hanolur, and we marked both as places on our map which might become of interest for hiding should the weather only worsen and face us with the option of stopping and waiting out the storms until safe passage is permitted to us. It is now the end of that week and two later days followed, and I have found myself near the peak of indeed the greatest and most dominating mountain summit that I have ever seen before or since my brothers and sisters - of my tribe or any associating other - in my entire life to this day in time. I am trapped here, I am cold and alone, and I fear that I may not make it until my group reaches me in our attempt to reach the valley between the mountains in our desperate search for refuge. The wind howls strong but thin here, and the air which I breath scratches and claws at my lungs, throat and mouth with every passing moment that I continue to draw breath to breathe. The sun shines brightly here though, offering me views of the mountains and valleys that were my home, and I see for the first time the majesty of the world created for us by the gods of our world and their efforts to make for us the perfect haven in which to live for eternity under their watch. I see the endless cotton fields of clouds that give rain and shade to those far below, and I see the true majesty of the mighty and ancient Gyrasil who's eye watches us from her throne within the heavens. She is watching me now and studying me from every reach she can find, and I in my weakness cannot hide a single hair or skin or extremity from her sight no matter how hard I try. I believe this is the truth of the frailty of Humankind, and that even on cloudy and dark days she watches us and examines us like ants foraging for food under the watch of their predators and those who also peacefully study them as the gods to Humanity.
I am losing the reaches of my mind here in this cave, and the wind grows ever colder. I traveled here with our leader Fekheir Kusto, and his wife Mishah Mussa and their son Beo who led the journey. The Vijald family; Nor-Kiof the father, Terno the mother and Lalro and Ka the daughters. The Yao's; Miay the son and Lui the mother. Myself, Unione, the only survivor of my family. I have no last name. Those who follow me are the Lionbeards; Hergon the husband, Thiche the wife and an uncounted child supposedly to be born of wedlock. Then there are the lone few, Cehre Sadz, Pue Nei, Dia Yei all of whom are men, Ka Kirkiz, Furvar Ruvv, Shah Ranun, Nok-Mioth Sakdeb and finally our Sage, Xao Due. All these are female, and are unmarried and have no surviving family from our home.
I fear all have been lost on the mountains as I have not seen them since I departed our former resting cave some miles below and to the west. I fear they have been lost in a bank or have fallen from the mountain in their own attempt to make to the summit below which I have also found myself. If they have made the summit and found the valley, I will surely be left behind. I have proven myself worthy to have come this far with the strength of the gods and the courage of my companions, but I fear that at the most dire time that I have run through my supply of this strength and courage. I have attempted only once to make summit and have failed, losing my provisions in the process.
I pray now to Hosios-Dyn, the great God of Creation. Take my soul and harbor it in heaven for your glory and the proclamation of I and my companions' journey to freedom. Hide me from the death of the world and keep me by your side. I pray now to Dybrus, to have her eternal and bountiful mercy upon me and the failings I have committed to myself and those with me in life and on this venture through the lands of death amongst the great open skies of our home. I pray now to Idite to supply me with the justice due my innocent and pure soul upon which I have placed no blemishes. I pray now to Pitos, to guide me through death's gates and to provide me with the path to the heavens. I pray to Ether to provide me with eternal night and rest from my wears and pains. I pray to Vezmus. Stay your winds and the cold, endless breath from your soul. Let me warm in death and feel the chill no longer of these desolate mountains and their airless heights.
I pray to you, whomever may find and read this ancient text preserved by the gods and this unable crown high above the land that you may not take the risk and the chance that I and my companions did. Come to this mountain not to ascend it's heights and claim them and the heavens as yours, but to revere and honor the gods who have created this world and every expanse therein and beyond the place where I will rest. Do not challenge their might as I have. Succumb to them and understand that here, in this place, nothing can tell the tales of the majesties of heaven without first stepping into them and living to return and to tell the stories of that which cannot be seen or heard or sensed by the endless frailties and fragilities of our broken Human vessels - or others to which you may belong - and the singular moments of life that we have been given in which to use them for our own purpose and that of serving the gods.
I pray to you, readers, that the gods may give you peace and strength and courage to ascend this mount and to see the beauty of the world that I have.
It has become colder, and the sun is rising beyond my perch. I would like to see it one last time before I leave this mortal chain and it's locks for the freedom of the heavens and their eternal visage over the world which I am leaving behind. I write this last note to whomever may find it, to proclaim that I, Unione, have perished and have been the first surely to reach these great heights above the land.
Be better than I, and come ready for the journey. Be better than I, and do not fear what comes. Be better than I and do not falter from your course or those who have come alongside you with the same ambitions and fire in their minds. Be better than I, and do not allow the darkness of the world to cloud your mind. Keep to your paths and do not stray. I have done so, and with my life I pay the price. The ultimate price. With my last breaths, I write this passage. I write this: My Last Words. Unione, of The Lost Tribe.
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