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It's an odd place I'm in, no color, no sounds, no feeling, no sent, nothing but empty existence. Memories fade in and out as I walk through this bleak blurry place that I wander, this empty wasteland of grays. Name's pop in and out of my mind and I have a hard time placing a face to them, other times faces appear and I cannot place a name to them. I know I know them, I sense it, but it gets harder and harder to place them in my heart. Images appear, are these memories? I cannot tell, I see people and reach out for them, my hand passes through, I hear their voices but as I cry out to them, they hear nothing. Everything is a dream to me, I pass through walls and hills as if they were not there, The widest oak tree is nothing but an illusion I used to know so well.
I had almost given up hope of ever finding the real world again, and then someone found me. What was his name.... T... Tean? I no longer know, as fast as he entered he left me, he said there are people trying to help me, but is there any way you can save anyone from this bleak place? Is there a way out?
There is one memory that continues to bleed into existence in front of me. Watching the sun set over the sprawling city of Waterdeep, from a hill top in the distance. The scene still gives me a sense of what I was, who I was, why I left. why did I leave? Fake smiles, cruel cold laughter, jealous glances. Everything felt so superficial there, we bathed in the most luxurious scented oils, adorned beautiful golden necklaces, wore the most lavish of dresses. Yet all of this became so clear to me when I found my favored abilities. When I gave from my own kind beautiful heart to another girl, an orphan, with nothing but a skinned knee and a pained cry. I kissed her knee out of kindness, the same that I would have done had she been the younger sister I never had. Sune favored me, because I knew the true dogma, that other priestesses that seemed to have forgotten in their vanity, true beauty emanates from the heart and reveals itself to the world through your good deeds. Dresses and pearls, necklaces and scented oils did nothing for the beauty of their heart.
Then the memory fades again, was that real? was it my memory or something that could have been? I cannot tell, its so fleeting and cold here, nothing but cold empty existence. In my heart of hearts however, I know its me in those memories, something I need to hold on to, something to keep me who I am, but who am I? A priestess of Lady Firehair, goddess of love, beauty and passion. Nothing will take that from me.
I had almost given up hope of ever finding the real world again, and then someone found me. What was his name.... T... Tean? I no longer know, as fast as he entered he left me, he said there are people trying to help me, but is there any way you can save anyone from this bleak place? Is there a way out?
There is one memory that continues to bleed into existence in front of me. Watching the sun set over the sprawling city of Waterdeep, from a hill top in the distance. The scene still gives me a sense of what I was, who I was, why I left. why did I leave? Fake smiles, cruel cold laughter, jealous glances. Everything felt so superficial there, we bathed in the most luxurious scented oils, adorned beautiful golden necklaces, wore the most lavish of dresses. Yet all of this became so clear to me when I found my favored abilities. When I gave from my own kind beautiful heart to another girl, an orphan, with nothing but a skinned knee and a pained cry. I kissed her knee out of kindness, the same that I would have done had she been the younger sister I never had. Sune favored me, because I knew the true dogma, that other priestesses that seemed to have forgotten in their vanity, true beauty emanates from the heart and reveals itself to the world through your good deeds. Dresses and pearls, necklaces and scented oils did nothing for the beauty of their heart.
Then the memory fades again, was that real? was it my memory or something that could have been? I cannot tell, its so fleeting and cold here, nothing but cold empty existence. In my heart of hearts however, I know its me in those memories, something I need to hold on to, something to keep me who I am, but who am I? A priestess of Lady Firehair, goddess of love, beauty and passion. Nothing will take that from me.