Entry Twenty... One: Resurgence
Days… Months… Years… The times have gone by, many a moon fading one into distant memory. Long has it been since word has been broken, a silent solitude hidden among the dark… Where had one vanished too? What became of the vagabond, lurking in the shadow as a whisper to the wind? No one utter ask the question, at least aloud for those to hear. But in those quiet moments, before consciousness drifts to the plain of dreams… What became of the Grey Warden?
Alas, the worry of the world of Men seemed to drift from one’s very own mind, hidden among nature and living that of a life some may consider of a hermit. Yet, not even this could remain secret as all soon reveals itself. One may have much to explain to those he holds dearest, yet cowardly will walk the vow of silence just a short time longer.
It was no question, she loved her books, her literature… Never without her journals and quill, documenting each moment as if her last. One tries to embrace such memory, yet even that he neglected. For that he is deeply apologetic….
Though now as he runs his fingers through the pages with that of days gone by, trying to figure out the solution to this current event, that what he thought best put to rest once again opens its jaws and consumes him. Names of those he once called friend, brother… lover… One would feel that of sadness, joy, pain all mixed into one concoction. No matter the feeling he would feel, it would lead back onto the same lonely path.
Telyen… Fiontann… Hyrien… Ardeghon… Neyaa… Taala… Deorgast… Tianne... Hardoleth… Lirita…
Names of those gone from this world or worse, left to be forgotten. One has many questions he would ask each ranging from basic pleasantries to that of more private matters. Yet as time catches up, one may come face to face with some sooner than later. Though he vowed, never to return to the land of Bree, survival within the wild could prove troublesome for the time being.
Quiet now little one… Many questions will be asked, many risks taken. Yet one shall risk what he can, ensuring your survival. The cowl will be raised once more, as it has once again come to be that one shall return to Bree…
