Post by marquardt on Jan 23, 2010 14:03:51 GMT -5
*scribbled in the worn pages of a muddy old journal*
Not well-known for my words, I've decided to keep this record anyway, in case something should happen to me.
With each calculated risk I take, I step closer to the goal I set out for myself in the beginning, when Drast and I made our reluctant departure from the High Forest. It has been some time since I've seen him and I pray to the gods he is alive and well, though I wonder from time to time if he himself would prefer being delivered to the heavens in the glory of battle over an old and grey passing.
Every arrow I launch seems to fly with more purpose and direction than the last, and I feel that I am approaching the pinnacle of success in my training. I used to think it was I who wielded the bow and the blade. Now it feels as though I am the instrument with which they deliver their will upon the world.
I have been blessed in life by a wealth of friendship, though as I clamor to improve upon myself I often forget this important fact. Perhaps this writing shall find it's way in to a cluttered shelf to gather dust and remain unread, or, perhaps it shall be stumbled upon by a traveller just beginning his own journey as I once did. I pray, if the latter is the case, that the reader will have a life blessed with the kind of adventure, friendship, and love I had.
Not well-known for my words, I've decided to keep this record anyway, in case something should happen to me.
With each calculated risk I take, I step closer to the goal I set out for myself in the beginning, when Drast and I made our reluctant departure from the High Forest. It has been some time since I've seen him and I pray to the gods he is alive and well, though I wonder from time to time if he himself would prefer being delivered to the heavens in the glory of battle over an old and grey passing.
Every arrow I launch seems to fly with more purpose and direction than the last, and I feel that I am approaching the pinnacle of success in my training. I used to think it was I who wielded the bow and the blade. Now it feels as though I am the instrument with which they deliver their will upon the world.
I have been blessed in life by a wealth of friendship, though as I clamor to improve upon myself I often forget this important fact. Perhaps this writing shall find it's way in to a cluttered shelf to gather dust and remain unread, or, perhaps it shall be stumbled upon by a traveller just beginning his own journey as I once did. I pray, if the latter is the case, that the reader will have a life blessed with the kind of adventure, friendship, and love I had.