Greetings fellow Ashura. Some of you may be wondering about all of my
questions, I'm writing to tell you of a recently harrowing experience
that will help to shed some light on this.
I had just completed a spar in the Delos arena and was walking back to
the Dojo to talk about it with Sensei Naxannon when I was scooped into
the air by hundreds of unseen grasping hands. Out of sight of anyone I
shot into the clouds at an unsettling speed. The hands started to
squeeze and press with an unhuman strength as if they were trying to
form my very body into a little ball, like one would do with clay. The
pain was intense but I called on my inner calm and the pain was washed
away.
Instead of the life being crushed out of me as I had feared, something
far worse had happened. With a deafening *POP* and a final simultaneous
squeeze of the hands, my body was transported to a dark, unknown place.
It was a room of steel without any visible doors or windows. With a
shimmer a shrouded form phased into view and said in a low rasp, "You
are mine now Triste. This is your home, get used to it.MWUHAHAHAHA!!!!"
He snapped his fingers and despite my training lost consciousness. The
rest is unknown to me, I remember only bits and pieces of dreadful
experiments preformed on my mind. The next thing that I can remember
clearly is awakening in a too familiar dark cave. My captor had finally
killed me and was unable to retain my spirit. I was Free! The cost was
portions of my memory. Bits and pieces of everything I have known were
lost forever. What wasn't lost was my ability to learn. So rest assured
that I have put this dreadful event behind me. I am now concentrating on
restoring my mind to what it once was. Thank-you all for being so
helpful and understanding.

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Lupar, in the year 418 AF.