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Awakening - Marius Aurvendil

Incident + 12 hours

Fate has a sordid irony ensnared into it. Memories of my past slowly emerging back to my attention. I do not know how long, or what happen during the era of my life where I was enslaved by the overmind of Ysinode, nor do I wish to know.. It felt weird to rediscover the abilities one once had like my maternal tongue. I figured it would aid in my recovery if I could *write* my memories down, thereby giving a physical propertie to an immaterial thought.

However, even if my thoughts are most often my allies, they carry the terrible burden of "loneliness". Such is the irony of fate, the joy of being free from the mind control of these 'beasts' leave me at a point, where I suffer only... from being left by myself?

Which led me to confess my thoughts to this journal, again, as an aid in recovering my senses, and to give me a weapon capable of fighting that hell of being alone in this darkness. After the incident that led to my freedom, I managed to learn a few tricks in order to 'see' in absolute darkness, such as emitting a dull light from the end of my finger tips. I do not know where this energy came from, but i can see it gathering around me at all time, tainting even the air around me. As my recovery continues, I am sure the nature of this 'power' will come back to me..

Incident + 14 hours,

Walking for hours, away from the collapsing incident that led to the death of my 'caretakers', and at the same time, to my freedom, I finally encountered an intelligent life form. He too was suffering from the disease of solitude, to the point he *created* others in his mind to keep himself company. I pondered over the thought of killing the poor 'gray' beast in order to relieve him of his misery, but his encounter proved to be useful in the end. Alas, he guided me to a settlement of people cursed to the same fate as I am. Perhaps, I shall find a way to justify my existence over there.

Incident + 16 hours,

Finally, the immense metallic doors of Sanctuary stand before me, and perhaps with it, an end to my torment.