A newly made book. A brown leather cover, on the top side there is a heart, showered with droplets of water; tears. On the bottom a small picture of a man and a woman, it is not in as much detail, and you cannot tell what is happening in the picture. Along the spine the title ' A New hope' Shines in gold lettering.
Tuesday, 25 August 2009
Slow day but still training.. its taking a while but im sure i will get there!!!
Monday, 24 August 2009
today has been a slow day, i hadn't been awake for long
But I think there's a surprise in store..
I hope its a good one
Sunday, 23 August 2009
I have woken in 5 days in a row now. I am proud of myself even though i haven't noted it down here.
It just feels so weird to be back, I miss everybody. I feel quite lonely now.
Friday, 21 August 2009
Oh Yes, 3 days in a row I have woken.
It has been good to stretch my legs. I have been training alone in the Dead zone, just to occupy myself.
Im still getting used to the feel of the lands, so many battle wounds that had once healed, some bearing scars upon my body are now starting to break open again. Although it seems not as sore as my first wounds, maybe I grow used to them.
Im not as sharp as I used to be, i seem to fumble about when I use my UW, silly of me really I used to have a good stance.
Life is such, as we move on one by one, you leave loved ones behind to start anew.
I currently only have me to depend on.
Thursday, 20 August 2009
Another day, I wake again. Consecutive, I must admit I am proud of myself.
I got saved yesterday by an old friend Brisingr Blaze. Funny how I forget how tough those little critters can be isn't it.
Yet
Another
Awful
Morning
Training..here and there.. and everywhere. I've been lucky today so far not to visit the LM. I am finally gathering y bearings and remembering this old place.
New faces, Old faces, I am still here and I have aged so much more.
Wednesday, 19 August 2009
It has been an awful long time since I've opened the crisp pages of my journal. Even now I wonder why.
Why?
What drove me to wake in the lands once more after such a long rest. A peaceful one at that. What brought me back to the mild aroma of the sea as the waves crash upon the dock. With fish that I can not pass on a boat no more. How I decided to walk, around the Isle to Branishor from Dundee, without even the slightest complaint on the time scale which it took my ever so well rested feet to cross. Just to get my clothes dirty in the soil from climbing down under Milltown to get to Branishor. Despite them being crumpled from the shuffling I have not failed to do in my slumber.
Yet it all seems a blur? New objects, new places to explore, a new light brought onto the appearance of ever ageing objects. It amazes me.
Yet times have not failed to pass a young one by, It doesn't seem to be as lively as my distant eyes can recall. Only yesterday it seems that I was stood in Milltown centre, casually glancing at passers by, working out there story for being here. Although, I can admit that not all of my memory is as it was. I got lost today, not what usually happens to me, and i'm not proud to admit it either. It was exiting from under the wall, walking across the wastelands heading for the dead zone....
I ended up going in all directions, north, south east and west!! Then even a bit more south and west before I recognised where I was standing. No maps to help me this time. Just good ole' intuition!
Well, that concludes today's entry. Who know's maybe this ageing Cleric will come back?
