Fantasy or Reality

Whether I had one to many drinks, or if I can't comprehend that I am simply living a dream, I don't know. Years has gone by in which I got used to being the drift wood that simply got tossed about by the frothing waters, trying to ride out the storm, and fighting a pointless battle. Riding the waves way up high, just to plummet with a heavy sigh. I can't tell the difference from my own insanity, to that of reality, for she has caused more turmoil, than the storm when it boiled. Her laughter a melody to my ear, the gentle roaring of a waterfall as it rushes and tips over a cliff. Her touch, a soothing warmth, that melts all in its path, and manages to penetrate my scerious border into my deepest corners. And poor I... I can't get enough, as her touch as become as entoxicating as sweet lemon tarts. How much more of this haunting will I be able to take before my heart breaks, well I am willing to test it and see what it will make. I have lived so long in my own shadow, that this sudden flood of emotions, things which were stories of the past, have become a haunting. It is a haunting because, it has taunted me, showing me something better than this storm which I have created for myself; a storm that has turned my soul into an angry sea, my emotions, now choppy water and surging waves that collide with one another before retreating back into a calm sea. then, once again, becoming the angry sea, trapping me in an endless cycle in which I have nowhere to flee. Yet, her closeness is a luring life line, that promises to pull me out of these frothing waters, and give me the calm that is said to be after a storm. I however, fear to take such an alluring life line, afraid that if I do take it, it will simply disperse like fog borne upon the wind, turning out to be a figment of my own imagination and longing, and pulling me beneath the waves I have struggled against for so long. But even now, her smell floods my foggy mind, invading my nose and my memories like the salty air of the ocean water does my lungs. It has caused me to slowly loosen my grip against my own resistance, my fingers slipping on the uneven surface of my uncertainty. Yet, her intelligent eyes, and soft flowing hair, her words which have become my staircase, and the warmth of her closeness have become the hurricane that threatens to tare the man I have become by pain and trial; but also the fountain of reserve that promises to keep me safe and preserved.

The Forest's Secret

I write this, to warn those who walk this land, to beware the forest, for it is not as safe as it seems. Things hide beneath its roots, behind its branches, and up above, in its canopy. Things that are best unsaid, or else they may just haunt one's dreams for cycles on end. However, there is one thing I shell speak of, on thing I must record, in hopes of saving many from becoming a prey. In the forest lies something more twisted than that of a tree's trunk struck by lightning. Something more horrid than the horrors Balthazar commands, and terrizes the people of Valorn. This beast, this thing, is silent and stocks those passing through the forest. I can testify to this, from ersonal experience, an experience that I barely survived. The first signs of this beastly thing, is the daggers at your back. Daggers that are often unnoticed, and hard to detect. For they have no trace besides the uneasy feeling they poison there prey with. These daggers are in the form of glowing eyes, that peer behind a vale of darkness. There menace evident just by a glance.

A Turn For The Better

Its been such a long time since I last had such a good time. At times I am so enwrapped in the darkness that surrounds us, that only training consumes my mind. Yet these past few turns, have been some of the best. I think I have finally found a true friend, and not a moment too soon. For I started to turn into a zombie of sorts, never taking a break from the travels, even when I need it. I some times would work until I could not even walk back to the inn. But thanks to my newly acquired friend, now I have begun to change, and for the better. They are not major changes that I am unrecognizable, but rather, they are changes that complament me, that allow me to be more expressive. Things that once were suppressed un pushed beneath my being, are slowly returning to the surface. It has been a long time, ever since that ship reck, that I have allowed any attachment to myself, and actually feel the happiness that only friends can bring. These past turns, I did so much, that my days of isolation and dull feeling have come to an end. Write in order to remember these past turns. To remind myself, that isolation, and numbness doesn't have to be my way. So here I am, writing what I can remember, to record the smile that has now returned to my serious features. I recall being invided to a picnic that was rather enjoyable, as we got lost for a while, but it wasn't much of being lost, than spending time exploring. Oh, and how could I forget, I had one of the best tarts in valorn! I think even the vendors in Dundee, and yes, viviyana too, will have some competition with those tarts. One of the most interesting things however, was the pirate ship that had some brainoid thingy, which to many to defeat. There is so much that I can't remember it all, but I will write more, as I remember.