I awoke to find myself alone amongst the ruins of a once-glorious castle. I did not remember why I had been there or what I was to do next. All I could remember was that my head was pounding like the hammers and anvils I could hear coming from the depths of a tiny well. I traveled along a path which seemed quite familiar but I never understood where it would lead me until I arrived. I found myself at a junction of four main highways, and stopped there to rest for a spell. Many people passed me as I rested upon the dirt road. Many greetings did I receive, and I finally gathered that my name must be 'Dave'. It sounded as empty and unfamiliar as the steps approaching from the north. Not knowing what to do, I asked the first stranger, who entered from the north, where he had come from. He replied to me that he had come from Ashtan. Now that name I could remember, but nothing about it struck me as familiar. So I decided to travel towards that place known as Ashtan. Wondering what I would find there, I
I could not understand why I could not recognize those who greeted me, but one in particular was a man named Halo, who called me 'brother'. After talking with this man for a short time, I thought to examine my belongings and my person to figure out more about myself. I found letters from women whom I must have let down or left for other women or just because I was not strong enough, or so it seemed. I found a key, which I did not know the door to which it went. I also found a journal, which I had hoped would give me much insight about myself, but there was only 2 poems among the fifty pages within. I also found quite alot of gold sovereigns. So I had learned I was a poet, and a terrible one at that, a bad lover, and I was pretty well off financially. Yet this was not what I had been looking for. I examined my person and found that I was mostly naked except for a belt with many pockets upon it. I also had in my possession many glass containers with different liquids in them, but because of my lack of
My eyes passed over the scars on my body and I was very curious to where those scars had come from. Many looked like clean cuts from some kind of a blade, yet others looked like small puncture wounds in two rows, and there were also many that looked like scratch marks made by some ferocious animal. I never knew I was a violent person, I didn't feel very violent at the time. I felt insecure and weak, and very afraid. Obviously I was in many battles, I thought, but my thoughts were interrupted. The voices of many invaded my mind from different areas around the world. Those claiming to be part of groups I was affiliated with. The Kharon Guild, my Order, and Ashtan, which was my city. I asked many of my guild, order, and city mates about myself and about the repective groups I was in. A younger Kharon told me that I was very old and had been in and out of the Kharon many times. I was intrigued by this thought and asked him why I had left and returned so many times. He told me that I had revealed to hi
Yet I did not see how one person, especially some one as insignificant as me, could help change a whole Guild against its wishes. I must have been a complete fool to think I could do that alone. Judging by the images recieved in my mind about my guildmates slaying others in the land, I had failed in my quest to change my guild. I could not understand my rationality. I became frustrated and went on to talk to someone in my order. They told me that I had joined the order a while ago and had become pretty high in order rank faster than alot of people, but I had been absent much lately from order issues.
My city leaders had told me of my difficulties staying tied down to one city because of the violence that went along with Ashtan's conquests and their strive to be the best. I knew a little about hard work devoted to being the best. A fellow city member congratulated me for being ranked 3rd in the land, and I was rather impressed by that, considering I felt quite weak and cowardly at the time. I was quite taken with the city leader's story about my leaving the city for a while because of the order I had been in at the time. He told me that I had come back as soon as I could no longer take being in the order I was in.
I wondered why so many groups had accepted me back to their rankings after the multiple times that I had left them to seek my fortune elsewhere. I also wondered why I was part of a guild which I was trying to change. Guilt swept over me and I began to cry. Then everything went black. I awoke once again to the sound of some sort of teaching going on. The man called Halo, my brother, greeted me and I saw that the teacher was a man named Epicurus. He seemed to be very powerful and very famous. I was quite over-whelmed, so I left that area and wandered more through the city.
I found refuge next to a small pond in a beautiful park close to the abode of the man called Epicurus. I lay next to that pond, wondering about many things. I came to the conclusion that I must tell my story of the last day, in hopes that someone could make sense out of it. I wanted so many answers and yet I could find nothing within my reflection in that pond. I tore a page out of my journal and began writing this story to you all. Upon finishing I fell asleep once again, and scenes of love, violence, betrayal, secrecy, and honor flowed through my helpless mind. Faces of the people whom I once knew came out of the darkness, yet I could not think of their names. I awoke with tears in my eyes, and began to add the end to this story. And this is where this story shall end, from now on.

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Sarapin, in the year 231 AF.