Edon
little poem
I step forward on this mirror
and see it ripple along,
but i can't trust my eyes
nor the faint dread within
in awe i stare
as my resolve is tested.
Recent Journal Entry
I believe a have discovered a new feeling.
I call it 'inter-dimensional whiplash'.
My mortal coil is bounced around where ever the gods see fit.
But at least my new companions seem to have some heart.
The memories of my father and the friends grew up with are fading.
I should look for a spell that conserves memories.
After all what is the point to all this effort i put in, if i can’t even remember.
Will my soul remember it’s life when i die?
Well i guess there’s only one real way to find out.
Early Journal Entry
I grew up in a temple as the only son to a high priest. Getting the full experience of exiting things like praying and learning and some occasional chores.
They Taught me the beauty of life and the importance of death, but could Show me neither. We follow the belief that life has infinite value to ones self and thus death does too. Seeing us little creatures in between the struggles of gods, the first breath you take seems but a spur of the moment fleeting gift of nature. And death as the inevitable conclusion.
So i ponder and think and feel. Realising that as a man so spiritually attached to life i’d have to get out there and actually live it.
Soon leaving, this new mix of uncertainty, fear and anticipation invigorate me.
I see my struggles as a privilege.
And i do struggle.
I fight both the monsters of the world and the battles within my mind.
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