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DAYS GONE BY
DAYS GONE BY
A pale orange-blue cover, with stars wrapping around the frame. Upon the front is a big white Z with the words "Live each day to its fullest, as though there was no tomorrow" cutting through the center of it. In the background is a fading sunset turning into night, the sun only half visible at the bottom of the page.
Thursday, 10 March 2016
The End

Things have come to an end. Forces are being gathered to enter through the seals and behind the door, to see what lies with in. Whether they will return or not, is yet to be determined. I hope to be part of that group even with the dangers implied. I will protect this jland I have come to love, no matter what it costs. If I become a memory, I am willing to take that risk. There is nothing we can do, but take risks now, we are at our last straw. We must fight back with all that we got, or let Valorn fall. But if the door wasn’t enough, an attack from outside, from Balthy is prominent. So another group is being kept back to protect and last as long as they can. Olivia has chosen to join this group, and in a way, I knew she would. This separation disturbs me, not because of her safety or the distance between us, as she has proven time after time that she is very capable. No what I fear and disturbs me, is the feeling that I have failed her, for I do not know whether or not I will return. What consoles me is the knowledge that no matter what happens, I will remain in her mind, and that she will go on. Now that I stand at the border of no return, I realize that my attempt at capturing a sunrise on canas has always been a failure. I can not capture that moment, the oment when Sunrifter shines his light through out the darkness. Not because I am a terrible artist but because it is not a moment and neither am I and Olivia like I first thought. No, the sunrise and what Olivia and I are, is something greater; we are not a moment but an event. The sunrise changes colors, the clouds move, Sunrifter rises and falls, things are constantly changing. I have changed as well, my ideas and goals shifting every turn. I am no longer the man who first stepped upon this land, now I am a man with knowledge, wisdom, and experience. I view things differently but in the end, in a way, I am still myself. The same goes with the sunrise, it changes and shifts, but no matter what happens, when it rises at dawn every turn, it remains as Rifter’s greeting. So no matter what happens, I will always carry a sunrise in my heart.
zub zeron posted @ 16:02 - Link - comments
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